Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector: Critic Reviews

Flatulence ensues.

Unpleasant, uncouth and painfully unfunny, Larry the Cable Guy attempts lowbrow humor with neither the wit of the Farrelly brothers nor the raunchy inventiveness of Keenen Ivory Wayans.

If the movie's witless, it's also pretty harmless.

The job involves an upcoming cooking contest, a sleazy mayor, a corrupt restaurateur and a supporting cast of characters so ugly, stupid and hygienically revolting that they make Larry seem almost tolerable.

Though some of his one-liners are pretty good, his shtick can't sustain this dutifully scripted comedy.

[A] rattletrap star vehicle.

Virtually unwatchable and laugh-free.

Team Cable Guy has made a junky, throwaway comedy that will almost certainly appeal to his fans, for at least the first half hour. Then it runs out of gas. Or jokes. The gas Larry seems to have in no short supply.

Toilet humor, jokes about paraplegics and serious overacting make this lowbrow comedy an irritating watch.

What is surprising and worth noting, though, is the quality of talent that's sadly squandered in comedian Larry the Cable Guy's feature film debut.

Dumb comedy should be cited for bad taste.

At least Larry the Cable Guy's brief movie career kept Hollywood's fart-sound proprietors in business. What, you thought an opening shot of his bared plumber's crack was an arbitrary artistic decision? That there's foreshadowin' right there!

Poor Joe Pantoliano, Kid Rock, and Joanna Cassidy get mixed up in the flatulence.

It's not a movie; it's a cause for dismay.

Envision what food poisoning does to a gastrointestinal tract. Now think of that substance as fodder for the lowest aiming standup act in America.

The film is a toxic stew of stupidity that is so foul and rank that even the most forgiving fans of such corn-pone humor are liable to slink out of the theater.

Larry's routine becomes considerably more embarrassing the longer it continues.

More depressing than unfunny.

It's admittedly gross and poorly scripted, but amiable enough for those who enjoy dumb Southern-fried fun.

Not one gratuitous 'Git-Er-Done!' was uttered during the composition of this review.

OK, are you eating anything? Potato chips, breakfast cereal...anything at all? Please stop, if you plan on reading any further in this review of "Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector," because this movie is so revolting.

It'd be tempting to call Larry the Ernest of his generation, but that'd be a grave insult to Jim Varney's enduring legacy.

The very existence of Larry the Cable Guy would seem like a pretty good argument against the concept of Intelligent Design.