jimwhit

Of how absurdly inflated - and in rapid decline - Hollywood was at approach of the new millennium. Trashing through feebly understood Russian literature, whipping the living dignity out of non-existing dialogue. A not-even concealed vehicle for male "actors" with hairy muscle chests and no talent, who moved on to haunt us with the same hollow trashing to this day.

Submerged historians will potentially include this parenthesis as a clear sign that the US of A's vice like grip on massproduced media fodder, was reaching a decline simultaneously to losing its mind structurally. If there ever was a perfect show symptomatic to the ongoing mindnumb-apocalypse of the very cultural region it was depicting - it still wouldn't surpass Boo B. In this endeavour.

All movies of this genre come from an "as you desire"-mill of lackluster productions. Barely connected to anything Swedish, they're only goal is to serve as a vehicle for actors who simple cannot find other work, while also filling coffers with coins from people who believe every tired trope and fabricated stereotype imaginable. Call it a knee-slapper, call it a crazy flic, but don't worry - if you had better thoughts of Sweden's capacity for wit and script your dreams may stay intact.