(2007, David Wain)
Just when I was fondly remembering days of Winona Ryder in Heathers, I happened upon this uneven, unfunny trainwreck of a film featuring actually talented actors and has-beens from MTV’s “The State”. If that makes me a fuddy-duddy, count me among those that also didn’t find Wet Hot American Summer to be the laugh riot it was billed as. Ryder, Paul Rudd, Gretchen Mol — and perhaps even Jessica Alba! — are too good to be wasted here.
Sketch comedy can be so much sharper than this lazy film, and it’s an utter failure, although though the cast gets points for absolute undying commitment to the disappointing material.
That said, Winona: Get thee hence to a decent film once again. And add a no-ventriloquist-dummy-humping clause to any future contract.