Tracie Griffin, Michael J. Pollard, Tracie Lords, Kevin McCarthy, and Jim Varney do not save this specious squander. Locations in Atlanta, Georgia do not save it. Everyone looks as if he or she drifts through a plot made-up of fragments perhaps borrowed from much better movies or from Mr. Varney's entertaining commercials.
The movie is not quite awful—as least not as bad as movies I have judged awful in other reviews. Somehow, I think that this film might have made it with just a bit more effort in writing the script and a tad more flair in—well every other aspect of making a movie. Michael J. Pollard shrugs frequently during the movie. That is a good symbol for the quality of the script, music, acting, editing, film work, and any other aspect. No one seems to care much for the effort other than to bring it all to an end—the movie does end but not with sufficient quickness for my taste.
