"[This film] is not bad so much as inexplicable. You watch in puzzlement: How did this train wreck happen? How was this movie assembled out of such ill-fitting pieces? Who thought it was funny? Who thought it was finished? For that matter, was it finished? Take away the endless opening titles and end credits, and it's about 70 minutes long.
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"I'm not so much indignant as confused. Audiences will come out scratching their heads. The movie is half baked, a shabby job of work. There are flashes of good stuff: a music video in the closing titles, some good songs on the soundtrack, Lance Crouther heroically making [the title role] an intriguing character, even though the movie gives him no help. This movie is not in a releasable condition."
Pootie Tang