National Lampoon's Gold Diggers (2003) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna
We would have given two thumbs down, but we couldn't actually turn our thumbs down because we needed those thumbs to hold our noses while watching this film, which is also known as "Lady Killers".
Scoop's notes in white:
In discussing the worst films of 2004, we found that the contest was nearly a runaway for Superbabies. That movie, after all, got no positive reviews, and was rated the worst of all time at IMDb. As you can well imagine, that stupefying level of incompetence nearly blew away the competition, and yet National Lampoon's Gold Diggers refused to surrender. Gold Diggers matched Superbabies with 0% positive reviews at Rotten Tomatoes and when Metacritic did their end of the year accounting, the final tallies were 9/100 for Superbabies and 6/100 for Gold Diggers. Given that fact, in concert with the IMDb score of Superbabies, the director of Gold Diggers may proudly and rightfully boast of having made a movie worse than the worst movie of all time, a paradox comparable in complexity only to the Mudd's Robots Conundrum.
Given that he made fun of Catholic orphanages in this school, and is therefore probably excommunicated and banned from the sacrament of confession, Gary Preisler, the man who wrote and directed this film, will need to contact one of those sin eaters to obtain forgiveness for this effort. And I'm not just talking about a regular old garden variety sin eater who can chow down on the taste of your having filched a few bucks from your mom's penny jar, nosiree. This guy needs the Marlon Brando of sin eaters, a man who could chow down every crumb of the seven deadly sins of Larry Flynt and Hitler at an all-you-can-eat buffet, a man who can even eat gluttonously when he consumes the rich taste of Gluttony itself. (Speaking of Mudd's Robots, can a sin eater commit the sin of gluttony while eating the Sin of Gluttony itself?)
I suppose you can guess from my expertise in this topic that I tried to be a sin eater myself, but I could never swallow my Pride.
I did learn however, that Envy goes best with a Pinot Noir.
But enough about me. Could there be more to say about the film? Oh, there's more. Consider this: the topline above-the-title star of this film, the headliner, so to speak, is the redheaded doofus who played The Sherminator in American Pie.
Or consider the DVD box. Riddle me this, Batman. How do you fill the box with written blurbs capable of marketing a film with zero percent positive reviews? Even the notorious quote whore, "Earl Dittman of Wireless Magazine" was abstaining from this one. The guy who wrote the DVD box did a helluva job at spinning this. Since no reviewers used any positive adjectives, he quoted the negative adjectives which might at least provoke some sales to people who like gross-out comedies, hoping that the people in that highly-targeted audience would see those negative characteristics as positives. He also quoted only one adjective at a time, completely separated from the context in which the words were originally used. These are the reviews used on the box:
All of those reviewers actually said those things, but I'm sure they never dreamed their comments would be quoted to sell the DVD! If you want to see what reviewers really thought of this film, click on the Rotten Tomatoes link and just read the one line summaries of each review. It will bring a much leaded uplift to sagging spirits!
Two young losers concoct a plan to get rich by marrying two very old heiresses who live in a beautiful Beverly Hills Mansion. Shortly after the dual wedding ceremony, the boys decide they need to accelerate nature's course a bit because the old women are not dying fast enough, so they conspire to kill them. Unfortunately for our lads, and unknown to them, the women have fallen on hard times since their father invented condoms, and their evil uncle has hijacked their fortune from them. The only hope for the old biddies to save their crumbling lifestyle was to pretend they were still rich, marry two young gold-diggers, insure them, kill them, and reap the rewards.
Thus, everyone is trying to kill everyone else. There is no wit in the murder plots. The performing is annoying, crass and lowbrow. The only alleged humor in the film basically consists of the boys' ongoing disgust at having to have oral sex with incredibly old women, one of whom is permanently horny.
That's the film. Toss in a convenient happy ending, and you have the wrap-up.
I guess I could cite three points of interest:
Tuna's comments in yellow:
National Lampoon's Gold Diggers is
another of the too frequent completely lame comedies from National
Lampoon. Two orphans tire of working for minimum wage, and move to
Hollywood to pursue a promising new career as purse snatchers. On
their first attempt, dressed as a rabbi and a nun, they pull off a
woman's prosthetic arm, which she proceeds to beat them with until
the cops arrive. They learn their lesson, and, upon release, decide
to try armed robbery on two old ladies. They hadn't counted on mace,
and find themselves in jail again.
As an aside, it could have been worse. They proved it on the DVD with alternate opening and closing scenes.
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