Review – Deuce Bigalow, European Gigolo

I’m actually sort of in awe of this movie’s tenacious refusal to be entertaining in any way. As even someone who’d never heard of this sequel or its predecessor might guess just from the title, opportunities to include genuine wit are few and far between. Still, it manages to deftly avoid all of them. It doesn’t even feature much of the unattractive-women-have-feelings-too that served as a minor redeeming factor in the original. Instead, our long-suffering dimwit “hero” ends up in Amsterdam trying to thwart a plot by a serial killer to slay all the “man whores” in Europe. Wish I’d skipped it