Except for one performer, National Lampoon’s Another Dirty Movie represents a career low for all involved. Considering top-billed Jonathan Silverman starred in Caddyshack II, that’s really saying something, but here he inflates a used condom with his mouth and even pulls back the sides of his eyes to mimic an Asian. For veteran comedian Robert Klein, it’s the shame of having to say lines like, “Corn?!? In my poop?!? What are these nibblets?!?”
The exception is soap-opera actress Maeve Quinlan, but only because she received unsimulated oral sex for Larry Clark’s probing camera in Ken Park. So this might be one stool step up from that.
Like 2011’s first Dirty Movie (which I actually find amusing), this semi-sequel shoots filmed skits ‘n’ bits of R- and X-rated jokes as rapidly as Will Smith’s ball machine in King Richard. Only the in-between window dressing has changed, now concerning horny students Mason (Nolan Gerard Funk, The Long Night) and Patrick (Jon Klaft, co-writer with Alan Donnes), who need to make a movie — any movie — lickety-split so they can get crazy-laid. Turning to Patrick’s porno-producing uncle (Silverman), they write, cast and shoot their epic dirty-joke picture in what appears to be the same day.
From twin belly dancers to topless blondes, the onscreen gag tellers deliver such old chestnuts as “What kind of bees produce milk? Boo-bees.” Waka-waka-hey! I’d say Klaft and Donnes stole their script from a 12-year-old boy, but that would be unfair. (He couldn’t have been more than 8, maybe 9, tops.)
Other would-be comics slinging vile, tasteless (and worse, witless) wisecracks on Blacks, the Holocaust and such targets include hillbillies, Nazis, Klansmen, Middle Eastern terrorists, a sex-crazed doctor and a child actor whose parents should know better. Outside of these super-short segments, Silverman — who, mind you, also choose to direct this — cajoles celebrity pals Jason Alexander, David Schwimmer, Bob Saget and Jeff Ross into sad cameos.
So much of Another Dirty Movie reeks of desperation. The bar scenes look to be lensed in a storage unit. Only if Mel Brooks were a robot who got stuck in a loop would you hear the word “schtup” repeated more. Some actors literally turn to face the camera at punchline, because how else would the viewer know when to laugh? (You won’t.) The screenplay presumes to have its finger on the pulse of American culture by queuing up a bit about Rain Man — yes, Rain Man, as in from 1988! Prepare for a linguistic knee-slapper of the highest order as someone mishears “kitty porn” as “kiddie porn” — oh, the misunderstandings that follow!
The credits’ typeface may be appropriately bubbly to match the iconic National Lampoon logo, but Another Dirty Movie can’t approach even the least ticklish rib of Bluto or Cousin Eddie. —Rod Lott