Simply A Masterpiece

Nice effects though.

Highly Overrated But Still Good

Fanciful, disturbing, and wildly original, it announces the arrival of a fresh, bold voice in American cinema.

The once great Freddy Kruger and horror B-Movie Icon Robert Englund knows horror, right? Absolutely. Comedy? Kinda. Making films? Eh, not too bad.So, Dude, Where's My Salvation, or Killer Pad, is a leave-your-brain-at-the-door comedy-horror with actors who, honestly, tried their best. Maybe my heart was softened for once, I am supposed to hate this kind of movie, after all, but I honestly thought this was harmless fun. And if the three main dudes didn't put so much energy into their slacking & wise-cracking roles, this movie would've collapsed into the depths of direct-to-video Hell.Three east coast dudes, Doug, Craig and Brody (Franzese, Jungmann and McRae) who think it's 1,300 miles from Arizona to California, embark on the rebirth of their life and of course, chicks, man. The first crappy apartment falls through and they're too dense to see the "too good to be true" multimillion dollar city view "pad" is way out of their price range. Heck, it's out of six of me. Luckily they had the ever hilarious Bobby Lee (playing Winnie a female real estate agent who's "strangely" not affected by the housing crisis) introduce them to a place to get the ladies who wouldn't normally pay them a glance.Enter every cliché involving a "HOUSE BUILT ON NATIVE American CEMETERIES" and you have the rest of the movie where these fools, though sweet hearted BFFs, host a house party with pretty chicks and the stereotypical males, including Joey Lawrence as himself and the inevitable little person and the night goes…to…hell.You have to…HAVE TO…know what you're getting yourself into. It's completely and utterly silly but it's fun to watch how these doofuses handle each situation – i.e. the exact opposite from any rational person. In fact, a live action Scooby-Doo was my thoughts of these three guys.Again, the guys have such energy, you have to give them kudos for the material they're given. And Englund, who surprisingly didn't make a cameo, didn't do a bad job at direction. Most special effects worked, but the ones that didn't – i.e. twisting head and the ladies falling into hell in the closing – were just plain awful. Not funny, just bad.Seriously, I laughed and some of the ongoing jokes were funny so I would recommend, slightly. It's not set to win awards, but perhaps a good drinking game.

Well, where to start. This was the cinematic equivalent of the NTSB investigating a head on train crash - tragic ugliness everywhere you look.Campy acting, insipid dialog, sophomoric humor (of the painfully unfunny variety) and with as many scantily clad B-movie kittens inhabiting the scenery, you'd think you'd at least get some obligatory nudity, but no.If this film were used as an interrogation tool (which would probably be the best use for it) it would be ruled in violation of the Geneva Convention. So I'm giving it one star because there is no option available for zero.So I guess to sum it up, if you have a choice between watching this or re-arranging your sock drawer, take the opportunity to get some home organizing done. I wish I had.

Wow, uh, yeah. What the hell was this. It looks like maybe the people who made this move had fun making it, but this sure was, wow just bad.The over-the-top acting and stupidity was obviously intentional, which isn't as bad as some movies who don't even realize how bad they are, but it was just as stupid.There were also lots of weird sexual-homoerotic things going on here. I don't really know what the hell the deal was, maybe Freddy Kruger (Robert Englund, who played Freddy Kruger, directed this masterpiece) is into that. Also, as mentioned by some other reviewers Daniel Franzese, who was in Mean Girls, has his stomach wrapped in cellophane in a hot tub scene. There is no explanation or rhyme or reason to it, its just that the lower half of his torso is wrapped in cellophane for whatever reason. Yea.The one positive thing this movie has going for it is the death of Joey Lawrence. ANY film the kills Joey Lawrence earns at least a couple stars. But there really isn't anything else positive to say. Andy Milonakis is also in this movie, I think just a handful of people in LA who didn't happen to be working just got together to make this weird movie.

I'll still go with Return of the Boogeyman as the worst movie of all time, but this dud's in my bottom twenty. That's quite an accomplishment. I give very few movies a "1," but this sucker deserves less.Here's the deal. Three teens rent a near-mansion (that they consider a "pad") above the portal to hell. The best parts of this movie (plot, sense, meaning) are awful. What lowers this beneath most other train wrecks is the strive for comedy in every single word uttered by the ugly, flamboyant, s*** eating leads. Honestly, I'd rather have spent 84 minutes in a highway rest stop on National Chili Day.This is the kind of steaming pile that nobody involved with will ever want anything to do with. The actors will blame the director for their bad performances, the director will blame producers about creative control, and producers will blame everyone but themselves.