Eeeewwww. As if Ernest frolicking with children and teens wasn't enough to make your stomach turn, this not-so-epic epic has Ernest put in the worst possible place! No, not my house, but in jail. Don't pass go and don't collect $200, because...
Ernest Goes to Jail
Behold! As we start this cinematic abomination, Ernest is a janitor maintenance guy at a bank. Add that to his other several thousand past occupations in the other films. Anyway, Ernest finally has a love interest that's his age. That's a stretch on Ernest's behalf. Also, some serial killer is about to be put on trial, and Ernest decides to serve jury duty. Hey, the busier you keep Ernest, the better. Believe me!

It is revealed that Ernest has an identical twin that's in jail for organized crime and impersonating a B-movie actor. During a break-out, the criminal knocks Ernest out and switches his prison wear for Ernest's attire. All I can say is thank God for jump cuts!

Evil Ernest serves jury duty, hoping to persuade the other jurors to find the serial killer not guilty. I believe that Evil Ernest was one of the O.J. Simpson jurors, but this isn't the place nor the time to discuss this. Meanwhile, both the inmates and the prison guards have the hell irritated out of them by good Ernest. So much so, that they decide to juice him on the electric chair. If only life imitated art, we'd all be spared from this low-brow crud.

Completely defying the laws of physics and electricity, Ernest becomes "ElectroMan" after a few good jolts of the chair. He starts frying prison guards like chicken (Police should not be in Ernest films. Officers have more dignity and honor than that.) and searches for the Hannibal Lector Ernest.

Evil Ernest holds some bank employees and Ernest's love interest hostage in the bank with a bomb, and he threatens to take out the film crew. Ernest comes to the rescue (Why can't he just stay at home and eat potato chips? You know he wants to!) and gets knocked several thousand feet into the atmosphere by the bomb. He lives. Ernest has to live, he's John Cherry's (the writer of all the Ernest crimes against humanity- I mean, films) cash cow.

This will be the last Jim Varney film I will review for awhile, (more may be on the way, I pray not) so let me end on a personal note. I never understood why bad films had so many sequels. "Friday the 13th", "Ernest", and "Nightmare on Elm Street" were OK films, but like the Ebola virus, sequels spawned like mad!  Give Ernest credit, though, he resists the temptation to hang out with kids and teens. It seems John Cherry has some issues with kids, but you didn't hear that from me. After a film like this, it's important you get the help you need. The Ernest Film Hotline is open 24 hours a day, with live counselors ready to talk to you about the pain Ernest brought into your life. Hell, e-mail me with your Ernest problem, and I'll be more than happy to consult you, for free! Ernest hurt me, too. The doctor is in! P.S. If you wind up in a jail with Ernest, NEVER EVEN THINK of dropping the soap.


This movie gets 5 cheezes out of 5 possible cheezes on the cheezi scale
Joe Mamma, Official Pit Psychopath and Ernest Film Grief Counselor

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