IRREVERENT Magazine - Movie Reviews

The girls whip out another piece of expensive, bimbo-culture cheesecake in this incomprehensible sequel to whatever the last one was about.  Whoever directed this, no, I didn't bother to research it, should have their head examined for early signs of Altzheimers after agreeing to this project.  But we all know why he or she (like it was a she) did it, don't we?  Cameron Diaz in a swimsuit.  What else is there to say?  Certainly not much if you're the writer of this thing.

This movie is a lot like eating a single scoop of triple fudge chocolate ice cream: at the time, you think you're eating something substantial, but you're hungry again within an hour after you ingested all those empty, hollow calories.  Welcome to Full Throttle.

You've got Bernie Mac, this time round, in Bill Murray's role as Chuck's mouthpiece, and Shia Lebouef as someone involved in stuff.  Shia, you may remember, was the kid from the Project Greenlight disaster Battle of Shaker Heights.  HBO viewers will fondly remember Shia as a shining talent in an otherwise tragically comic season of Affleck and Damon's reality series, thanks largely to the fuck ups, misfires, and malapropos of the contest winners (one shutters to think what the losers would have produced).  Also hanging around Throttle is John Cleese (thank you, thank you, John!), Joey from Friends, and Robert Patrick who add sparkle to the background for the milliseconds you're not leering at one of the girls.

If there was a plot here, it sure wasn't obvious to me what it was, but there did seem to be a lot of choreographed dancing and fight scenes, presumably for some purpose, but then again after a while I just started zoning out to the slo-mo bikinis on JiggleCam.  But nobody goes to see these flicks and expects a Rex Stout mystery: You're there for the cheese, and boy oh boy, does Throttle deliver.  At least $1.00 worth.