A test screening of A NIGHT AT ROXBURY took place and... well here is the review from the last of the Killer Bees...
Well, the movie gods were good to me last week (for a time, anyways). Was in Pasadena, invited to see a test screening, didn't have to stand in line long, got a great seat, etc. As I finished the last chapters of "This Present Darkness" (PLEASE, PLEASE make this film... and do it RIGHT!) I kinda hoped we might be watching something other than what they promised. Damnit, we weren't... and boy did it suck.
"A Night at the Roxbury" is one of the most inane, poorly writen (by its two stars) comedies in a long time. I didn't laugh, I got bored and started to daze off. No plot, only something about the two head-bouncing guys from SNL trying to get in an exclusive nightclub, then one of them is forced into marriage for financial reasons by the father, then they get an idea to start their own nightclub, then they get in a fight about it on the freeway, then the two (brothers) split up and one goes to live in another bedroom, then one crashes the other's wedding, then they realize what a mistake they made by fighting, and on and on. For a movie that was only about 90 minutes, my ass was sure hurtin'. You know you're in trouble when Richard Grieco is the biggest name in your film and you have to resort to having your actors talk to an "offscreen" Jim Carrey. One lame sex scene had a number of junior high and high schoolers roaring- I'm sure the execs in attendance would have been sure they had a hit on their hands weren't it for all the people who kept walking out and leaving early. Ironic that the one scene the core audienced really enjoyed is the one they're most likely to cut if they want a PG- 13.
Please gentlemen, no more SNL takeoffs. They've overstayed their welcome.
