Bad acting couldn't save it. Bad directing couldn't save it. Bad script couldn't save it. The venerable Jack Gilford couldn't save it. Neither could Shelly Long or Dennis Quaid. It's only saving grace is that it didn't take itself seriously at all, and that's why I gave it a 1 instead of a zero (oh, that's right, you can't rate a movie as a zero).
The best part was the prequel to Midget Bowling: Midget Flinging. Not to mention Dung Flopping.
Ringo should have brought his drums and at least kept us a little entertained for a while.
Not the worst movie of all time--that distinction still belongs to "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist," but its right down there with the worst of them. Next time you are tempted to watch this, throw your old copy of "The Slumber Party Massacre" into the tape player and really enjoy yourself.
The best part was the prequel to Midget Bowling: Midget Flinging. Not to mention Dung Flopping.
Ringo should have brought his drums and at least kept us a little entertained for a while.
Not the worst movie of all time--that distinction still belongs to "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist," but its right down there with the worst of them. Next time you are tempted to watch this, throw your old copy of "The Slumber Party Massacre" into the tape player and really enjoy yourself.