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First of all, Carvey (age 47) is a gifted comic and mimic. So why is he writing and performing this rubbish, just taking random stabs at comedy and never coming close to the target? There may be three or four vaguely funny moments in the whole film. Novice director Blake doesn't have a clue what to do with the camera, missing every over-staged gag and concentrating far too much on the overdone makeup and set design. And he edits with a Magimix--it's barely coherent, and you can tell how harshly it's been assembled by the wacky clips in the closing credits; many of those scenes and costumes aren't in the film at all. And Carvey himself isn't much better, recycling his classic Saturday Night Live characters (you can spot them all in there, unintentionally) into this pathetic mess. Only Gould and McClurg emerge with any dignity at all. Starry cameos from Bo Derek, Jesse Ventura and Michael Johnson don't help. The whole production has that lazy Happy Madison vibe in which no one can be bothered to think about the people who watch the film. I have to sit through it; it's my job. You don't.