Wild Hogs: A Review of Sorts
I am sharing my mounting disappointment in this movie with you to spare you from this sad mirage of a good movie, filled with over-the-top "jokes" and terrible overacting and not in a Naked Gun type of way. This is one of those instances where I was looking for something even just remotely marginal for a Friday night movie but it turned into a two-hour waste that made me wish that movie theaters gave refunds for showing you crap.
Sounds harsh, yes. Quick recap: four men-friends, sick of their suburbia-lives, take to the open road on their bikes for a cross-country breather, where they run into a motorcycle gang who steals one of their bikes, then they get it back, blow up the biker's bar, save a town, and return home as happier men. I swear I thought that somewhere in there, between the four of them, there should have been at least one joke that was funny. And there was one in there, but it wasn't even delivered by them, it was delivered by a sheriff who doesn't carry a gun during a scene where the guys were all taking a turn slapping a bull's ass. So there you go. That one joke earned this movie a half a Peep because I actually laughed out loud on that one. But Evan and I spent most of the movie looking at each other in disbelief and shaking our heads at the myriad of non-funny ridicu-jokes. Half a Peep. Stinky movie. I shoulda known.


