Dough

It is impossible to imagine a worse, more infantile, unbelievable, patronizing film, replete with stereotyped Jews, struggling worshipful Muslims, unlikable characters, an impossible story, no setting whatsoever except the interior of 2 or 3 rooms, dull, predictable click clock pacing, a story-line that telegraphs all its moves, a theme that appeals to dreamy- eyed do-gooder clueless fantasists, a few clever Jewish jokes out of the 1950s, a nauseatingly 2-dimensional sex-starved, probably deodorant-soaked Jewish widow, a feel-good ending you could sense from the first minute, and a generally pandering quality that pervades every scene, act, line of dialogue, the musical soundtrack and the finalizing madcap idiocy that the director hopes will be acceptable as a substitute for action and guffaws. This travesty of comedy looks like it might've been a a term paper shot with dad's camera by a 10th grader studying film, and might've earned a C+ from a generous teacher nearing retirement. Reportedly, it was the only entry in the "Good Jews should be nice to bad Muslims" Film Festival that did not cause the judges to vomit up their pork sliders. All in all, I give it a Yucchh+