2002
Rated: PG-13 for violence, adult language, and sexually suggestive content.
Genre: Comedy
Directed By: David Semel
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Review by: Felix Vasquez Jr.
Review Date: 11/02/03
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If you like this, try: Big Trouble, Raising Arizona, Sweet Home Alabama
LONE STAR STATE OF MIND

 


Earl: Baby, you ever get the feeling you're being watched?
Baby: You mean by, like, horny guys?

Earl Crest (Joshua Jackson: Dawson's Creek, The Skulls) is a workaday mechanic who is supporting his beautiful fiance and stepsister Baby (Jaime King: Pearl Harbor, Slackers) who has aspirations to become an actress. Mayhem ensues, when her retard friend Junior (D.J. Qualls: The New Guy, The Core) gets into trouble with gangsters, they must attempt to retrieve the money and return it before they're killed.

While watching, this tended to remind me of "Raising Arizona", with only one exception: Raising Arizona is good, and this is bad, really bad. There's a movie that you can watch that is so bad that it makes you feel like tearing your eyebrows off one by one just to numb the pain. The cliches are so thick in this film that it inevitably tears down the film with no chance of recovery. There's practically every known cliche and stereotype in this film applying to Texan people. There's the lead character played by Joshua Jackson who is so unlikable and so paper thin it's hard to empathize with anything he does in this.
       Joshua Jackson doesn't sound like a Texan but sounds like he's trying his hardest to create a Southern accent and it isn't a pleasant one. As always the southern town in which the film sets down on is teeming with you basic array of uneducated Southern yokels who bowl at every chance and guzzle beer like it's water. There's the gravel teethed lowlife who also acts as the comedic villain, the retarded inbred invalid (played by D.J. Qualls) who pretty much gets himself in a mess and has other people clean it up for him, the gangster boss tycoon who dresses like a cowboy and pretends to be dangerous when in fact he's just dull,
and, there's the Mexican gangsters who speak with a thick accent, spurt Spanish on every other word in a sentence and (this is the kicker) have a cell phone with a ring tone that plays "La Bamba".
       Wow! How original, and how utterly offensive. This is only the tip of the annoying iceberg that continues throughout the film, and it becomes just terrible as the movie continues. Writer
Trevor Munson bombards his script with nothing but predictable and often desperate attempts at comedy with a running gag involving a gun, and the homosexual character Jimbo who decides he has a crush on one of the villains. And, if that doesn't take the cake, there's a completely inane and tacked on ending that makes absolutely no sense and has no effect on the story because there's no build up.
       The writer and director attempt to desperately mimic a Cohen brothers movie with it's mean spirited tone and black comedy nature, but this type of material is more suited for someone who enjoys the pain of root canals, because it's just that bad.

This is a bad lowbrow unfunny attempt at comedy but does nothing but display Southern and Ethnic stereotypes and cliches at every corner and becomes steeped in predictability.