What on earth possessed me to see Rob Schneiders latest Clunge fest I'll never know, but there i was watching a Chernobyl victim with a male reproductive organ for a nose, insert said member into a woman's tracheotomy hole. I thought "Oh, that's not right that's not" and so it wasn't. You can usually defend that kind of dysentery if it's funny enough, but this movie not only suffers from a lack of wit, it's sorely lacking soul as well. On the Evidence of this, Rob Schneider has died a couple of years ago and his corpse has been reanimated by some sick brained mad-mentals. I rather enjoyed the first Bigalow in a "I was expecting pure tripe but was pleasantly surprised to find it was scented tripe" kind of way, but no such luck here. AVOID!! I would consider myself a fairly unhinged person and was even able to laugh in "shock value relief" at Tom Green's "Freddy got fingered" but then Mr Green didn't look like he would rather have his skin grated and take a vinegar shower than be there as was Mr Schneiders attitude and that really is being rich.
Review of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo
