Appellate Judge Tom Becker thinks of it as skid art.
A hardcore comedy about softcore medics.
Another cheap-'n'-cheesy low-ball, gross-out comedy for your viewing pleasure, Skid Marks tells the tale of two ambulance companies competing to see which can transport the most patients: the Bayside Ambulatory Life Services vs. Downtown Intensive Care. The acronyms will clue you in to about 80 percent of the jokes and the general tone of what you can expect.
Our heroes are on the Bayside crew. There's Rich, the regular guy (Tyler Poelle, Scrubs), a fat guy, a sexy but insane girl named "Lai Mei" (more jokes!), and a "little person" called "One Foot" (but not because of his height—more jokes!). Representing Downtown are two dorky guys, Neil and Bob. Our EMTs—not paramedics, a job viewed in Holy Grail-like terms—drug each other with tranquilizers and an erection-causing elixir, toss poop-filled things at each other, spy on each other, make up dirty stories about each other, and engage in all sorts of frat-boyish grossities. Whenever possible, they minister to comely and topless young women. Oh, and Rich likes a woman who doesn't like him back until the end.
That's pretty much it. Skid Marks is an unremarkable, super-low budget indie comedy that's frequently funny but more frequently stupid. If there's a joke you thought was funny when you were in junior high—including the double entendre title—odds are you'll find it lurking here. Well, not really "lurking." More accurately, you'll find it waving its metaphorical arms and hyperbolically screaming its inanities. Skid Marks wears its low brow proudly. Nothing here rises even close to the level of "serious"—a minor crisis involving Rich's love interest comes up every now and again but is easily dealt with—and everyone seems to be having a good time. It's all like an extended student improv, simple and affable. I would have had a better time, if characters weren't tossing colostomy bags and making milkshakes out of semen, but we all have our limits.
The disc from Peace Arch is a decent affair. The image is reasonably good given the $1.98-style budget, and the producers don't try to obviously fake things to make it all look higher level than it is. The back of the case alleges that the audio is 5.1 surround, but what we actually get seems to be a standard stereo track, which is fine. There are Spanish subtitles, but no English.
In keeping with the "What the hey?" style of the movie, we get a bunch of "What the hey?"-style extras. A "making of" is just a series of behind-the-scenes shots thrown together; there are no interviews or insights here, which is fine, since Skid Marks is not an especially insightful film. Dumb EMTers Neil and Bob star in a few jokey faux PSAs. We get a few outtakes and deleted scenes, and there are instructions on how to download a digital copy to your iPod or other portable device, meaning you never have to leave home without Skid Marks.
Skid Marks is another cheesarific affair that harkens back to the glory days of Gilbert Gottfried, Rhonda Shear, and USA Up All Night. If "funny," "goofy," "dumb," and "gross" are magic words when picking out a DVD, then you'll want to at least give this one a rental.
Gross, but not guilty.
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Studio: Peace Arch Entertainment
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