Netflix Review: Windy City Heat

I really thought I was going to like this. It had been hyped several time on my leader's show -- he even makes a cameo as a gladiator in a gladiator in a gladiator/dog buddy film.

But good Christ is this a piece of garbage the cat yakked up on Norm's poopy pillow.

This movie is essentially a giant prank on someone who is this far (please picture me with my hand up and my thumb and forefinger a few centimeters apart) away from being a complete retard. The producer have convinced this moron that he will be the star of Windy City Heat -- a generic film noir movie in which he plays a sports memorabilia private investigator.

The concept of the movie is great but there are two major flaws in the execution.

The first is that the prankee, Perry Caravello, a failed comedian that, at times, seems to have stolen Sam Kinison's act. This dude is a pathetic, deluded schmuck. He could have easily been one of Billy Mitchell's stooges. You start to feel sorry for this guy who is being tormented throughout the film by the main pranksters.

The second is a character in the film called Mole. He's a writer for Jimmy Kimmel who, along with the other main prankster Don Barris, has been playing pranks on Perry for years. The problem is that Mole does not look or behave as a normal person. Throughout the film, he is sporting a terribly fake wig and generally looks ridiculous. And he is so distracting that it's hard to believe that anyone could possible fall for this prank except someone with severe brain damage.

This is a generally mean-spirited movie with very few laughs.

• 0 breasts (geez, 2 movies and no boobies)
• several stuffed beasts
• donut table fu
• limo fu
• Academy Award nomination to Adam Carolla for being my leader

King Wally says check it out

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