I had to give at least one bottle to the look, as I couldn't give this film a double-piss rating. There are much worse films (but how much so? Not much). I'm glad this was something checked out from the library (thank dog nobody in my family paid $4 to rent this crap) It was lying on the table of my parent's place, and after driving 15 hours and drinking approximately 144 oz. of Mt. Dew on the drive out, I may have not been in the best of minds while watchin it (beers were also definitely involved, didn't help). The main star would be Bruce Willis, but it's just a vehicle for some lame physical comedy by the chode from the tv show Friends. "Which one?" you ask. Like it matters. I haven't watched the show enough to see if this is a regular type of routine of his, but the bumbling, clueless dude with low-self esteem doesn't seem like much of a stretch from the what, ten years he's been working on that character? For all that and they play out some horrible gags. And Willis's natural charm must not have been included in the budget, cuz he's about as intriguing as a pet rock (tie for his performance in The Jackal...yikes!). And the whole setup on the Suburbia aspect of the film is pretty much lost after the opening sequence (yet was a big marketing point for the movie, apparently, which I imagine helped support the actual title of the film, but more on that later).
Some of the lighting was just atrocious, I've seen better in car commercials shot on videotape. And most of the budget must have gone to into the lame, out-of-place hats many of the characters wear at some point in time to leave nothing left for the proper digitizing of the film. Apparently nobody cared enough about the movie to worry about it. (Artifacting even in the well-lit scenes, not just the dark ones. PA-thetic!). Funny thing is, most houses tag the end of the credits with their little animation to let everyone know who did it. I specifically went back to replay the credits, only to find the tag suspiciously absent. What a joke.
