Judge Clark Douglas is still waiting for this film to leave his memory.
Our review of Still Waiting... (Blu-ray), published April 28th, 2011, is also available.
The saucy sequel.
"I will be district manager someday!"
Facts of the Case
Dennis (John Michael Higgins, Yes Man) has been the manager of the local Shenaniganz restaurant for years, and he's rather unsatisfied with his job. He once thought that managing an actual restaurant would land him a lot of hot chicks, but that has not proven to be the case. If only he could become manager of the entire district, then he would surely become a much sought-after man. Alas, a promotion is looking unlikely. The sales figures at Dennis' restaurant haven't been too high. Unless he can pull in $9,000 before the weekend is over, Dennis will be stuck in the same job for a good long while. In order to motivate his lackluster employees, Dennis tells them that the restaurant will shut down if they don't make a bunch of money very quickly. The task will not be an easy one, as a new restaurant called Ta-Tas (a variation on Hooters) has just opened up across the street. How can the staff of Shenaniganz lure potential customers away from the girls in skimpy outfits?
I didn't see Waiting, which looked like an absolutely miserable little comedy. Reviews indicated that it more or less was a miserable little comedy, despite having a few funny points about the nature of working in the restaurant business. If you just adored that film and are dying to receive more of the same, Still Waiting… is here to save the day. More gross-out gags, more childish potty humor, and more sloppy filmmaking for everyone!
The Waiting franchise is the brainchild of Rob McKittrick, who is quickly establishing himself as one of the most obnoxious filmmakers in the business. He wrote and directed the first film, but only handles the writing and co-producing duties this time around. McKittrick takes great pride in his juvenile brand of humor, mistaking empty-headed crudity for brave and ambitious cinema. Gross-out humor can be employed effectively in a film, but far too often comedies think that being gross is funny in and of itself. Here, McKittrick opens with John Michael Higgins simultaneously brushing his teeth and peeing in the sink. He reaches down to get a glass of water, and fills the glass with pee instead of water. Then he drinks the pee. Do you find this sort of thing funny?
During the next scene, Higgins has a conversation with his sweet old mother, who uses lots of foul language while giving him advice. That's an original joke, isn't it? A sweet old lady using bad language? Positively refreshing. Once we arrive at the restaurant, we're treated to a series of gags in which people are punched in the balls. If there's anything we need in the movies, it's more ball-punching (I keep warning people: one day, Mike Judge's satirical Idiocracy reality television show Ow! My Balls! will really exist). When taking a break from testicle damage, the employees of the restaurant enjoy burning each other with various kitchen items. They also love smearing sour cream on one guy's face and then shouting, "Sour Cream Sanchez!" Do you find this sort of thing funny?
As a way to fill time, Adam Carolla appears as the host of a video that teaches guys how to find available girls. This video offers a string of wheezy and unimaginative jokes. "Go for girls who smoke. If they're willing to risk lung cancer, they're willing to risk getting an STD. This is a good thing." Typical of this sort of film, all of the female characters are singularly defined by what their sexual preferences happen to be. The film also suggests that all women will eventually become whores, because they're greedy, stupid, and love money. Do you find this sort of thing funny?
We're not spared from the sort of lose-your-lunch humor that was a trademark of the first film. A customer makes one of the waitresses mad, so the employees engage in an activity they call "cropdusting." Everyone works up a big fart, holds it in, and then quietly lets it go as they walk past the offensive customer. We also follow the journey of a fly that plays around in some dog poop and eventually winds up in a customer's soup. Another disgusting element involves a surprisingly heavy level of racist humor, particularly directed at Hispanics and Jewish people. The jokes feel very much like they are designed to entertain bigoted viewers rather than satirize those telling the jokes. It makes sense, if you employ some nasty logic. McKittrick's fan base is largely comprised of idiots. Racism is also heavily rooted in idiocy. There's bound to be a lot of crossover between the two. Do you find this sort of thing funny?
The performances are weak across the board. Higgins can be a funny guy, but here he has nothing of interest to do. Steve Howey plays the role Ryan Reynolds essayed in the first film, and offers a most irritating Reynold impression. Andy Milonakis also determines to have his character imitate John Leguizamo's "Sid the Sloth" from Ice Age throughout the entire duration of the film. There are blink-and-you'll-miss-them cameos from cast members of the first film: Luis Guzman, Justin Long, Vanessa Lengies, David Koechner, and Chi McBride. Only McBride and Guzman manage to survive with their dignity intact.
I'm happy to report that the film suffers from a terrible transfer, as it gives me just one more reason to tell you not to see it. The image is afflicted by serious color bleeding and a noteworthy lack of detail. It's evident that very little work was put into the film's DVD release. The audio is underwhelming, with the music often being a bit too aggressive in contrast to everything else. The dialogue suffers from distortion on occasion. There are a few extras to piddle through: an audio commentary with McKittrick and director Jeff Balis, a 45-minute making-of documentary, 20 minutes of deleted scenes, and a five-minute gag reel. Avoid all of these. Spending much time listening to McKittrick is grating enough to send even the most passive viewer into a Christian Bale-level tirade.
"McKittrick! F-k's sake man, you're an amateur. We are f-ing done professionally."
Guilty. Rob McKittrick is sentenced to suffer at least eight hours of
cropdusting each day for the next ten years.
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