A weak con man panics when he learns he's going to prison for fraud. He hires a mysterious martial arts guru who helps transform him into a martial arts expert who can fight off inmates who want to hurt or love him.
Henry Roth is a man afraid of commitment up until he meets the beautiful Lucy. They hit it off and Henry think he's finally found the girl of his dreams, until he discovers she has short-term memory loss and forgets him the next day.
Deuce Bigalow ('Rob Schneider') goes to Amsterdam after a little accident including two irritating kids and a bunch of aggressive dolphins. There he meets up with his old friend TJ Hicks ('Eddie Griffin'). But a mysterious killer starts killing some of Amsterdams finest gigolos and TJ is mistaken for the extremely gay murderer. Deuce must enter the gigolo industry again to find the real murderer and clear TJs name.Written by
Jean van de Velde was given the offer to direct this film but he declined after reading the script, which he found tasteless. He also felt that this was really Rob Schneider's film, and he would have very little artistic control. See more »
After Deuce jumps in the water, his clothing is wet. When he wants to jump in again, his clothing is dry again. See more »
I'm in blackface. It's my disguise. See?
But you look the same.
Are you saying black people all look the same? You are such a racist! I should have the good mind not to let you help me prove that I'm innocent.
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Every scene of this film was the near equivalent of a rusted staple being shoved underneath of my fingernails.
Is this what Sandler is reduced to producing? Is this what Schneider is reduced to performing? Watching him unleash his patented bug eyes in yet another dim-witted, poorly scripted piece of toilet-fodder was not unlike watching a hamster running on a wheel for a treat or attention. This is Rob Schneider saying "Look at me! Pat me on the head, everyone! I can do a trick! Can I have my treat now?"
So wretched...I am actually in the process of developing a memory-erasing technology to forget I was ever exposed to this toxic filth. Of course, if I do that, I may inadvertently go and see this rubbish again, and while my mind may not remember the pain, my soul will surely die an agonizing death.
Just writing about it, giving it this much of my time and attention after all it has already taken from me, makes me feel unclean.
I need a shower.
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