Ron Stringer

Of course, this is just another teen movie -- with tons of dick jokes that don't know when to quit, and buckets of realistic-looking "excrement" splattered all over its "juvenile" cast, and even a couple of gags that actually fly.

Provides an unfulfilled promise of pleasure (providing one doesn't cave in to the spectacle of bare-chested Elizabeth Hurley sucking on an ice cube) in this heavy-handed exercise in time-vaulting literary pretension.

Occasionally scary, never coherent.

The fault lies mostly with the writers, who consistently come up short on wit and imagination enough to finish, let alone flesh out or polish, a joke.

A stinker.

Yo momma so fat, when she gets in an elevator, it has to go down. Had enough?

What this turkey produces in the way of hang-ups is a transparently phony class conflict.

A good horse kick, or a fistful of Valium, may help you get through this relentlessly sadistic exercise with your soul more or less intact.

Let horses be horses, scrap the tin-eared Lukas Haas narration.

Fails in so many respects, even die-hard constituents may have trouble learning to like it.

Bad photography, bad acting and bad dialogue.

Those seeking anything resembling a real discussion of the issues had best seek elsewhere.