This film is just as clever and outrageous as the Farrelly bros other stuff, but it didn't do very well at all critically or commercialy. I think I can tell you why: it's the voice over. The film is narrated by Rex Allen Jr., the son of the fellow who did all those "Charlie the Lonesome Cougar" Disney movies in the fiftes and sixties. He has one of those warm, down home, sincere and sweet american voices, it just oozes charm and gentle sensibility. And that's the problem. Most of the humour is quite edgy and bizarre, not at all politically correct, and normally people love that from these gentlemen. But when it's juxtaposed with this warm and sincere voice, the humour is no longer wild and fun, it just seems in bad taste. It's like watching the movie with your mother and priest, it sort of hampers (but not kills) the fun. Of course, if you're already far beyond sick and depraved, like the other reviewers on this page (and myself) you'll probably love the movie anyway. Just admit you have a diseased outlook on life and go ahead and buy the darn thing.