Let us now meditate on this thing known as "the crappy movie." We'll just skip the "medium-crappy-movie," which Hollywood provides every week, in deference to its big brother "the seriously, atrociously crappy movie"; the kind of movie that leaves you in a state of wonderment, which then becomes the bewildered lobby conversation that follows the question, "What the hell were they thinking?" as you walk numb to your car.
To find some way to pay this heinous movie a compliment, it IS amazing that something can issue from Hollywood that hasn't been written by a machine and measured against a checklist for absolute genre conformity, however...
House Fries is an awesomely terrible movie. Let's start with the basics. The movie was fished to audiences as a standard vehicle to sell you the charms of two young actors. In this case, Drew Barrymore and Luke Wilson. Although the preview suggested a romantic comedy, you'll be damned if you can actually name what this baroque, convoluted excresence is.
Catherine O'Hara has her two military helicopter-pilot sons buzz her cheating husband to scare him, for cheating on her with Drew Barrymore. The husband is successfully scared (to death) and Drew Barrymore (coincidence #1) is an earwitness through her headset at a burger joint. Lady Macbeth (O'Hara) puts Luke Wilson into action to see what Drew knows. Along the way Drews Burger joint hosts a crazy gunman incident that might turn out like the McDonalds at San Yisidro, but all ends well when he turns out to be Drews own trashy dad (coincidence #2). That's comedy gold! I don't think I'm even twenty minutes into the movie. It continues in this vein. This movie jumps it's tracks and skids along lawns and sidewalks crushing cotton candy vendors and baby carts. This movie may actually dethrone "Nothing But Trouble" in the bad movie category as the worst thing ever committed to film.
Catherine O'Hara or Jake Busey get my vote as the most awful of many heinous elements in the movie. She's a comedy-troupe veteran trying to play a paranoid dramatic role, or maybe it's just a massively failed comedy role.
Although the absurd developments and coincidences that occur here suggest a governmental (or at least military-level scandal), the movie plays them all out in TV movie of the week, would-be dramatic, living-room vignettes. Suffice it to say, Home Fries is not a comedy, and it does not operate at the level, genre or volume which it's folksy, corn-pone title suggests.
You are likely to get as much enjoyment from following a sick dog down a street until the dog provides you with an opportunity to step in something nasty.
To find some way to pay this heinous movie a compliment, it IS amazing that something can issue from Hollywood that hasn't been written by a machine and measured against a checklist for absolute genre conformity, however...
House Fries is an awesomely terrible movie. Let's start with the basics. The movie was fished to audiences as a standard vehicle to sell you the charms of two young actors. In this case, Drew Barrymore and Luke Wilson. Although the preview suggested a romantic comedy, you'll be damned if you can actually name what this baroque, convoluted excresence is.
Catherine O'Hara has her two military helicopter-pilot sons buzz her cheating husband to scare him, for cheating on her with Drew Barrymore. The husband is successfully scared (to death) and Drew Barrymore (coincidence #1) is an earwitness through her headset at a burger joint. Lady Macbeth (O'Hara) puts Luke Wilson into action to see what Drew knows. Along the way Drews Burger joint hosts a crazy gunman incident that might turn out like the McDonalds at San Yisidro, but all ends well when he turns out to be Drews own trashy dad (coincidence #2). That's comedy gold! I don't think I'm even twenty minutes into the movie. It continues in this vein. This movie jumps it's tracks and skids along lawns and sidewalks crushing cotton candy vendors and baby carts. This movie may actually dethrone "Nothing But Trouble" in the bad movie category as the worst thing ever committed to film.
Catherine O'Hara or Jake Busey get my vote as the most awful of many heinous elements in the movie. She's a comedy-troupe veteran trying to play a paranoid dramatic role, or maybe it's just a massively failed comedy role.
Although the absurd developments and coincidences that occur here suggest a governmental (or at least military-level scandal), the movie plays them all out in TV movie of the week, would-be dramatic, living-room vignettes. Suffice it to say, Home Fries is not a comedy, and it does not operate at the level, genre or volume which it's folksy, corn-pone title suggests.
You are likely to get as much enjoyment from following a sick dog down a street until the dog provides you with an opportunity to step in something nasty.