Deuce Bigalow, European Gigolo (2005) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski)

This film manages to milk 80-90 minutes of "humor" out of about a half dozen comic premises:

1. It's funny to come up with new words for male body parts and sexual functions, as they would be used in the high-stakes gigolo trade, if such a thing really existed on the same mass-market level as female prostitution: mangina, shenis, man-bitch, mouth to south, etc.

2. It's even funnier to have Eddie Griffin constantly caught in positions that force him to deny that he's gay. When he's accused of being a gay murderer, he doesn't care about the murderer part.

3. It's fun to rename  outrageous sexual faux-practices like the Dirty Sanchez. For example, calling a sexual specialty a "Filthy Lopez" is side-splittingly hilarious. And don't even get me started on a Copenhagen Steamer.

4. Eddie Griffin looks funny in outrageous Halloween disguises. 

5. Nothing is wackier than obsessive-compulsive disorder. (Actually, that one might work as a comic premise for the Farrelly Brothers, but it seems to be out of Rob Schneider's reach.)

6. Asians have small penises.

7. Everything is legal in Amsterdam.

That's about it, except for the "women with physical deformities" humor derived directly from the first Deuce Bigalow. Among the Deucemeister's clients, one woman has enormous ears, another has a penis for a nose, and so forth.

The critics, for reasons seemingly inexplicable, did not think the formula was strong enough to justify an expenditure of $22 million dollars. Can you believe it? Producer Adam Sandler obviously disagreed, and managed to find investors somewhere, or maybe financed it out of his pocket change, or something.  Sandler was not entirely deluded in his belief. While the film did not become a hit, it did somehow take in $22 million at the box office. Once the suits finish selling off the various rights and tying up the packages, this project might manage to break even or better, and I'm sure Rob Schneider was more than happy to pocket the hefty paychecks which Sandler must have made out to him in his capacities as head writer and lead actor.

That might be depressing if you think about it too much.

As for my opinion? Well, I think you go into a Rob Schneider movie or a David Spade movie with a certain set of expectations. Within the reasonable limits of those parameters, this film is about what you would expect. It's filled with lowest-brow humor and juvenile gross-outs, all of which disguises a certain sappy sweetness. It is certainly on the usual Schneider Scale, albeit at the lower end of that scale because it stretches its comic ideas much too thin and repeats its jokes far too often.

Amazon.com had an excellent summary:

If the repeated use of the phrase "man-whore" is your recipe for hilarity, Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo is your movie. Rob Schneider returns as the hapless male prostitute, in this case lured back into the man-whore lifestyle in order to investigate the killings of European man-whores. His former pimp T.J. has set up shop in Amsterdam, where he finds himself accused of both the man-whore murders and of being a homosexual. From this slender, ridiculous premise springs dozens of gags about flatulence, breasts, and male sexual organs--in fact, the number of phallus stand-ins (noses, swords, man-whore of the year awards) would seem excessive to Aristophanes.

On the other hand, if you are somehow deluded into renting this DVD by thinking it's a film from Kenneth Branagh or The Coen Brothers, you might end up a bit disappointed.