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"Waking Up in Reno"
(Reviewed September 25, 2001)
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A lousy, cheap, unamusing and insultingly condescending would-be comedy about two redneck couples a-goin' to Reno for some gamblin' and some monster-truck watchin', with lots of fussin' and fightin' along the way. "Waking Up in Reno" is so consistently bad that one has to wonder what the hell Billy Bob Thornton, Charlize Theron and Natasha Richardson were thinking when they signed on. At least Thornton can assay a hick accent without much trouble. Theron's and Richardson's attempts to sound hillbilly are downright embarrassing. This stinker is such a bomb that as of Fall 2001 it apparently has been pushed back with no set release date, so you may never have a chance to see it in a theatre near you--but it is sure to slink and slither onto a shelf at your local Blockbuster eventually. Lordy, it doth suck mightily.
Having said that, there is one good thing about this terrible, terrible movie. Natasha Richardson is so bosomy, sexy, dumb, and just plain all-around effortlessly hot that you will stare at her beautiful face and delicious body in lustful fascination every time she is on the screen. She is the kind of all-woman female who can make an extra 15 pounds look erotic and voluptuous instead of fat. And when she gets dolled up toward the end, in a tight sparkly dress that shows off all of her more-than-generous curves...hooo-weee, she am one purty filly! Yee-haw! Hyuck, hyuck! Gol-dang! Shucks! Hoop-dee-doo! Homina-homina-homina! Hubba-hubba! (Supply your own Tex-Avery-style visuals of my tongue rolling 10 feet out of my mouth and my eyes bulging from my head like tetherballs straining on red ropes.)
Back Row Grade: D- (with Natasha saving it from an "F")
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