Writer and star of Dirty Love Jenny McCarthy and director John Mallory Asher are getting a divorce. It's always sad when happiness inverts for a couple but sympathy for a family tragedy can turn to revulsion when the couple expresses a bitter hatred for each other and takes the feud public. While any public discourse around their separation has been civil and subdued, it's clear that the reality of the situation is quite the opposite. Dirty Love represents the nadir of this battle with each obviously trying to destroy the other's career. A stunning achievement of incompetence, this film might sweep the Razzies.
This awful tripe begins with Rebecca (McCarthy) finding her boyfriend Richard (Victor Webster) in bed with another woman. While her distress is a natural reaction, the form it takes is entirely alien. Shrieking hysterically and contorting her face into bizarre expressions, Rebecca's reaction is less like a heartbroken lover than it is like the obnoxious jerk who wants to be in the live television shot. "Hey! Hey! Look at me over here!" She proceeds to hook up with a series of random human-ish caricatures including a corny magician, a man with a penchant for using large fish as buttplugs and a lecherous Woody Allen impersonator. Could it be that she's looking for love in all the wrong places? Is it possible that her true love is her good friend and all-American nice guy John (Eddie Kaye Thomas) who has been quietly waiting in the background? The use of the word "quietly" in the previous sentence was purposeful. A sign in an audition scene reads: Quite Please. Ms. McCarthy, please note the difference.
Rebecca's quest is made more unwatchable by the presence of her two friends Carrie (Kam Heskin) and Michelle (Carmen Electra). Carrie's character is likely an undercover agent from another species that learned about the behavior of human women from "dumb blonde" jokes. Michelle is an white ebonics-spouting hair remover whose performance would probably be offensive if it wasn't so incredibly bizarre. Somehow, these characters manage to take away credibility from a film that has none to give. One wonders if McCarthy knew this when she wrote the lines, "Just stop. I don't believe a word you're saying."
Herr Asher's blitzkrieg of crap includes plentiful unnecessary zooms and multiple blurry shots. A scene where McCarthy is dosed with "Ecstasy laced with acid" hints that despite being a young filmmaker and actor in Hollywood, he has never used any drug nor does he know anybody that has. Mr. Asher is clearly no longer in love with Ms. McCarthy and he wastes no opportunity to portray her in as poor a light as possible. He apparently is no longer in love with any of the other performers as well as they are all given the shaft. Speaking of shafts, abandoned mines would be an ideal place to store all copies of this film.
The impression we get from watching this schlock is that McCarthy and Asher would not only do anything for a laugh, but would do anything for considerably less than a laugh. It's an exercise in nauseating embarrassment that's worst part is somehow not a scene where people slip and fall in a remarkably large puddle of menstrual blood. One character asks, "What do I look like? A comedian?" How one wishes someone had responded when that line was written.
This awful tripe begins with Rebecca (McCarthy) finding her boyfriend Richard (Victor Webster) in bed with another woman. While her distress is a natural reaction, the form it takes is entirely alien. Shrieking hysterically and contorting her face into bizarre expressions, Rebecca's reaction is less like a heartbroken lover than it is like the obnoxious jerk who wants to be in the live television shot. "Hey! Hey! Look at me over here!" She proceeds to hook up with a series of random human-ish caricatures including a corny magician, a man with a penchant for using large fish as buttplugs and a lecherous Woody Allen impersonator. Could it be that she's looking for love in all the wrong places? Is it possible that her true love is her good friend and all-American nice guy John (Eddie Kaye Thomas) who has been quietly waiting in the background? The use of the word "quietly" in the previous sentence was purposeful. A sign in an audition scene reads: Quite Please. Ms. McCarthy, please note the difference.
Rebecca's quest is made more unwatchable by the presence of her two friends Carrie (Kam Heskin) and Michelle (Carmen Electra). Carrie's character is likely an undercover agent from another species that learned about the behavior of human women from "dumb blonde" jokes. Michelle is an white ebonics-spouting hair remover whose performance would probably be offensive if it wasn't so incredibly bizarre. Somehow, these characters manage to take away credibility from a film that has none to give. One wonders if McCarthy knew this when she wrote the lines, "Just stop. I don't believe a word you're saying."
Herr Asher's blitzkrieg of crap includes plentiful unnecessary zooms and multiple blurry shots. A scene where McCarthy is dosed with "Ecstasy laced with acid" hints that despite being a young filmmaker and actor in Hollywood, he has never used any drug nor does he know anybody that has. Mr. Asher is clearly no longer in love with Ms. McCarthy and he wastes no opportunity to portray her in as poor a light as possible. He apparently is no longer in love with any of the other performers as well as they are all given the shaft. Speaking of shafts, abandoned mines would be an ideal place to store all copies of this film.
The impression we get from watching this schlock is that McCarthy and Asher would not only do anything for a laugh, but would do anything for considerably less than a laugh. It's an exercise in nauseating embarrassment that's worst part is somehow not a scene where people slip and fall in a remarkably large puddle of menstrual blood. One character asks, "What do I look like? A comedian?" How one wishes someone had responded when that line was written.