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WTF indeed! We stand for Films, Tunes, and Whatever else we feel like (not necessarily in order!) Professor Nonsense heads the 'Whatever' department, posting ramblings ranging from the decrepit, to the offbeat, to the just plain absurd! The mysterious Randor takes helm of the 'Tunes' front, detailing the various melodic messages he gets in earfuls. Weekly recommendations and various musings follow his shadows. Finally, our veteran movie critic, Lt Archie Hicox, commands the 'Film' battlefield, giving war-weathered reviews on flicks the way he sees them. Through the eyes of a well-versed renegade, he stands down for no man! Together we are (W)hatever(T)unes(F)ilms!

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Feb 8, 2010

Review: "Trailer Park Boys: The Movie" 2/8/10


There’s something about using whipped cream as both a snack and shaving cream simultaneously that speaks of something boorishly masterful. I’m not quite sure what that might be but I certainly felt it when I watched the film debut of Mike Clattenberg’s long-running TV series.

Canucks will no doubt be familiar with the boys of Sunnyvale Trailer Park (filmed in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia) but, for the Americans in the peanut gallery, let me enlighten you, eh? All silly pokes against our neighbors to the North aside, the movie is as readily free of the stereotypes we tend to love about Canadians as it is full of the red neck jokes that fill the audience with laughs at a Bill Engvall show. In fact, that comparison might actually do the film a bit of a disservice because Blue Collar Comedy Tour doesn’t have the kind of exacting (as well as surprising) heart that this series has managed to achieve, despite the presence of innumerable strippers, beer bellies and greasy mullets.

Following the wonderfully mediocre life of Ricky (played an Elvis-haired Robb Wells) and his associates Julian and the kitten-collecting Bubbles, the trio sets out with their fellow trailer parkees on what they continually refer to as “The Big Dirty”, a loosely-realized scheme to filch a fortune in loose change, the logic being that it’s not traceable.

Obviously if you’re getting into a movie of this caliber then you rightly know what to expect. But again, to emphasize, the movie is not so much of a joke that it turns out to be at its own expense. It’s not a farce. So for those of you who’d expect something along the lines of a raunchy David Zucker-esque lampooning I’d recommend you shop elsewhere. This is more like a live-action “King of the Hill”, in that it functions with the same goofy earthiness that made characters like Dale Gribble or Jeff Boomhauer so loveable and lasting. With the notable exception that “Trailer Park Boys” is not nearly so subtle. Or clean.

Best if you enjoy: A.) Quote unquote, liquor and whores. B.) Ad-libbed mockumentaries. C.) Anything by Ivan Reitman.

Avoid if: the word “puerile” is a common descriptor in your everyday lexicon.

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