
Dude, Where's My Car? is nearly a good movie. The pacing is excellent and the jokes come quickly. The only problem is the lousy way the jokes are dished out.
Two stoners, who never actually smoke pot in the movie, wake up without any recollection of the previous night's events. As they sit in their living room watching Animal Planet a man walks out of a closet, pees on a plant, asks if he has any messages then walks back in the closet. It could have been a funny scene if only the director had any amount of comic flair. One joke I laughed at involved an old lady running one of the stoners over with her car. The director obviously thought it was funny as well because he repeated the gag 3 seconds later.
The two friends spend the rest of the day running into people who can't wait to tell them about everything they did the previous night. The list of people includes a hot blonde chick (Kristy Swanson), lots of strippers, including one that is actually a transvestite, who for an unmentioned reason trusted these two morons with a suitcase full of money. The plot is further muddled when a group of space loving nerds, two Nordic sounding space aliens, and a group of sexual pleasure offering alien babes all show up looking for a device that could destroy the entire galaxy. Can you guess who has it in their possession?
This movie quickly spins out of control. It sets up so many jokes but delivers on so few. By the time this movie comes to its letdown of an ending, I was wondering how good this movie may have been if only the director knew how to give a punch line as well as he sets up a joke.
Perhaps this movie will find an audience with drug users. There are several scenes where all we see on the screen are kaleidoscope images. Perhaps that looks cool when you're stoned. If you're not in your right mind, or high when you watch this movie you may find yourself laughing out loud. But all the sober members in the audience will just wish Mel Brooks in his heyday had directed this.


















