This is, without question, the worst movie ever.  Very simple.  You may think,
"Oh, no.  I've seen the worst movie ever and this isn't it."  I will challenge
that.  You think Ghost Dad sucked?  Hated Terminal Velocity?  Threw up your
JuJu Bees at Beautiful Girls?  Well, them ain't nothing, honey.  I have seen
the devil, and DOOM GENERATION was tattooed across his forehead.  (Just for
your knowledge, David Hasselhoff was tattooed on his left buttcheek)

The movie starts out with a frowning girl (she never smiles...not once) and a
ditzy boyfriend at a swinging joint (like a club of some sort, except there's
a noticeable lack of walls and people having fun)...the boyfriend is also,
interestingly enough, the same actor who played the troubled son of Dennis
Quaid in ID4.  Anyway...

Said couple decides they're bored, so they get in their car and drive.  Where
are they going?  Nowhere.  They are just driving.  No parents.  No
responsibilities.  No aim or direction or goal...just like the movie!  Then,
while they are pausing briefly to rest from their busy driving schedule, a
strange man gets in their car and drives with them.  They don't know him and
he doesn't know them, but hey, he's got a lot of driving to do, and they might
as well carpool, right?

Things then get complicated.  They stop at various and sundry places, and
everywhere they go, someone mistakes the frowning girl as their ex-girlfriend.
 All of these people, in addition to being near-sighted and having bad taste
in girl-friends, also are nuttier than PayDay.  To show their irritation at
having been dumped by the girl they've mistaken for their girlfriend, each guy
tries to, oh, I don't know, KILL EVERYONE!

luckily for us, though, the main characters don't die.  whew.

Also, as if to punctuate the horrors of the world (or the movie) everytime the
threesome buys something, it costs $6.66 or $66.60.  "Wait a minute!  That's
the mark of the beast!  Wow!  How deep!" cries the audience (or at least
they're supposed to).   Most  of the time, I just plain cried.

Continuing.  These people must be very free with themselves, because the
boyfriend goes out while they are staying in a motel and comes back to see his
girlfriend and the other guy having sex.  What does he do?  Rush in in rage
and beat the livers and kidneys out of the stranger?  No.  He jacks off.  Good
boy.  After that point, the three have this odd relationship, wherein the guys
actually take turns having sex with the girl.  Just thinking about the sex
scenes makes me nauseous and livid with rage.

Then there's the little subtleties, like when a convenience store clerk gets
his head blown off and it's still talking hours later.  Or the Nazi's who come
from no where, call the boyfriend a faggot, and cut off his manhood in a
bizarre ritual involving wearing nothing but socks (if you get my meaning).

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.  This movie has no beginning, no end, no
meaning, and no redeeming values.  The only thing I can say I learned from
this movie was what the word "smegma" meant, and half of that was me looking
it  up in a dictionary.  I strongly advise all to steer far, far away from
this movie.  It's not just bad, it's a disease.  I would, seriously, promote
child pornography before I recommended this stinking heap of dingo's bladders.

Rating:
(Note from Lord Jezo: The reveiwer requested a tad to many cheesi for this movie so I am pleased to announce that it is the FIRST 5 CHEESE MOVIE!! WOOO!!!)

Daniel Kennedy