Ah, there one always complains about modern comedies, specifically the Friedberg / Seltzer productions like "Epic Movie", "Disaster Movie", "You-name-it-movies" and how the genre of slapstick comedy is going down the drain. However, it would be unfair to blame this phenomenon to the 21st century; there has been crap in the early 90's too, and there's no better example than "The Nutt House".
Let's start off, talking about the cancer that's ailing this film: leading man Stephen Kearney. Let me say that, I've been laughing harder while pulling faces in the mirror (and I'm not good at pulling faces). Kearney's profile claims that he's one of the most prolific comedians in Australia, which may be true but leads me to the conclusion that Australia is far away from anywhere and that entertainment in the outback's is scare – I plan a career as comedian there myself; my show would consist of me smashing pies in my face, while hopping on one leg.
Checking out the IMDb profile of director Adam Rifkin, it caught me by surprise that he went on to direct "Detroit Rock City", a comedy which is among one of my personal favourites; living proof that nobody's beyond redemption – however, products are and if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that there's no redemption for "The Nutt House".
It's been an old tradition that, after watching a movie – no matter whether good or bad – that I'll check the trivia page on IMDb. Couldn't help but notice that three actors had their final appearances in this film – I couldn't help but to think of "Airplane" and those poor suicidals.
As for the rating: if you see one star above this review, it comes from IMDb, not from me – from me it get's nothing.
As to this thing 'almost ruining my Christmas', well, it's true: some bozo at the local television station saw it fit to air this abomination on Christmas – and I was too well-fed and lazy to switch!
