As sick-making sketch comedies go, this stupefyingly bad one—somehow rife with A-list talent—must rank near the very bottom. Yet if black is white and up is down, that could read like highest praise to you. Trust us, it’s not: Hugh Jackman shows up as a charming date with a pair of testicles dangling from his neck, while Kate Winslet gags as pubes fall into their dinner. That’s an example of the infantile, off-the-wall concepts here, devised by close to two dozen writers and directors who firmly believe in puerilism for kicks. You won’t believe how tiresome bad taste has become.
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