With a title such as that, you can only let your already overactive imagination
zoom into hyperdrive at Mach 5 and quip happily, "I could get hives, be stung
by an overenthusiastic bee, break a hair or plain suffer through the two hours
of agony." Well, that's the worse that could happen if you are watching this flick.
Counting the number of crows that fly past your house would probably be more interesting.
If you saw the absolutely fab Steve Martin and James Caan comic caper "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels", then you should probably stay far away from this flick, 'coz it tries hard to come up with the same kind of comedy but falls flat on its face. What's the... is the usual criminal vs. corporate scoundrel caper where each one is trying to beat the other at his own game. Yaaaaawwwn.
Kevin Caffrey (Martin Lawrence) is a crook, and what's worse, he's a crook who's in love with a chick called Amber. Goaded into doing what he does best, Caffrey, with a pal, decides on a midnight heist to burgle the evil media mogul, imperialistic white-collar crook and troll, Max Fairbanks (Danny De Vito). But Max catches Caffrey red handed and yells for the cops.
Just when the cops begin wheeling Kevin away, Max as a singularly cheap shot claims that the ring on Kevin's finger is his, and grabs it. Now this ring has a history of its own. Kevin's girlfriend has given it to him as a token of their love. More yaaawwwn. Kevin has lava flowing in his veins for the cheap shot pulled off by Max, and vows to get it back.
And thus, ladies and gentlemen, the princely sport of one-upmanship begins, with each guy trying to go back and forth in trying to get the rotten ring. Kevin tries everything, from breaking back into Max's condo to gate crashing into a banquet and trying every downright dirty trick in the book, to get back his charmed ring.
The whole movie is weird and somewhat uneven in its script. There are some funny comedic shticks and some pretty daft gimmicks, but the film pants to dole them out, with the script stretching way too far to accommodate them and trying to BS its way to a conclusion.
Martin Lawrence is all right as he pulls off a few stunts and Danny De Vito is
perfectly cast as the materialistic slime ball. But that doesn't prevent the flick
from being as inspiring as a bottle of antacid. The movie is all right if you
are looking for some matinee mirth, but I wouldn't advise you to put all your
scope for happiness in this caper. Look around a bit and head for the theater
only if it has iron filling in its walls and you are stuck with a magnet in your