AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I spent money to watch this! Help me!
You know, after the wonderment and glory of Good Will Hunting, you'd think Ben Affleck knew his movies. Sigh. How wrong you would be. To think he would act in drivel such as this...it's not even good enough to be panned! All I can say is, it may have come out in 1995, but it HAD to have been made earlier, like in the era of Vanilla Ice. Because in the movie, Ben pays homage to Ice's hairstyle. It gives me the creeps just to think about it.
This pointless not even good enough to suck movie is about five Gen X'ers just on the brink of graduating from Art School (lucky them). There's Jack (Affleck), a pointless, drunken loser with continual bad hair sydrome, Mickey (Vinnnie DeRamus--Airheads), a pointless comic-strip artist with horrible self-esteem and perpetual bad hair syndrome, Dennis (French Stewart--Third Rock) a photographer, for the next little while, who suspiciously does NOT have bad hair, but I'm sure if he actually HAD enough hair, it would be horrible. Slosh (Vien Hong), a guy whose had more jobs than most canadians put together, who is the object of a lot of adorment of freshmen. He also has bad hair. And lastly, there's Rob, the token yuppie, who seems to be the most stable of them all.
This movie is what I call a 'before they were famous' thing. Ben Affleck, and surprisingly enough Matthew McConaughey, who plays an inbred rental truck guy. Alyssa Milano also stars, but she was already famous, and just in a bad slump. Brendan Faser (Encino Man, also in Airheads) does a cameo, playing the whipped boyfriend to Leah Remini (Fired up)'s Theresa.
All in all a disappointing movie, with the first half hour being dominated by the HAIR, or large rodent, living on top of Ben's head, and the weird boob scene. The next half hour is dominated by the utter stupidity of the actors romping around half-tanked, and the ceremonial (?) cutting down of the ugliest totem pole in history, much to the chagrin of Luther (John Rhys-Davies--Sliders), the homosexual sculpter weirdo who tries to hire Dennis for extra-curricular activities (if you get what I mean.) The last part of the movie was dominated by the utter destruction of the house attributed to testosterone and the logic that it's "preservation via destruction". I'm not male, so that was lost on me.
My advice: Save yourselves, save your children, run before the hair takes over.