Who's In It: Jack Black, Michael Cera, David Cross, Harold Ramis, Hank Azaria, Vinnie Jones, Oliver Platt, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Juno Temple, Olivia Wilde
The Basics: Two cavemen, banished from their village for lacking skills as hunters and gatherers, go off in search of a new tribe. Instead they meet Adam, Cain, Abel, Abraham, Isaac and a lot of wild folks in the city of Sodom. In other words, it's an old Bob Hope and Bing Crosby road movie crossed with those caveman commercials, a little 10,000 B.C. and Mel Brooks's History of the World: Part 1, laced throughout with Jack Black (character trait: loud obnoxious stupidity) and Michael Cera (character trait: sheepish uncertainty) playing exactly the same guys they play in every movie either of them have ever done.
What's The Deal: There are moments in your film-viewing life where your brain gets split in half. The rational part explains to you that there's nothing going on in a movie, that the humor is tired and not worth the attention you're paying, that it's beneath you, that it's beneath any adult with a triple digit IQ, that it's plotless, pointless, slapped together, cynically produced and designed to be forgotten. And then your brain's other half watches Jack Black eat bear feces and Michael Cera urinate on his own face and everyone else get themselves bonked on the head with sticks and rocks and you realize that you're laughing at almost every idiotic bit. And then you feel a little ashamed of yourself. Then you do, in fact, forget about it. Then you go get some ice cream. I got Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup. And it was good.
Easily Offended Old Testament Literalist Alert: If you're the type that thinks of the Old Testament a history book, you'll find yourself surprised to learn that in this movie's universe everyone in those stories exists at the same time. And that's Sodom's biggest problems were excessive partying, a few guys wearing mascara and an over-dependence on the idea of a supreme being. But then again if you are a literalist about that sort of thing then you're already probably not going to go see a comedy about it all starring Jack Black.
Why I Might Be Totally Wrong About All Of This: I'm feeling sort of summer-cold-ish this week. Sore throat, cough, fatigue, sneezing, the works. And I've been drinking Nyquil. And I think my ability to tell right from wrong may be somewhat impaired right now. Because everyone around me was stone silent during the screening. Hating it without reservation. Meanwhile I'm cracking up. And earlier the same day I laid in bed watching reruns of The Steve Harvey Show on BET and I thought that was funny too. So I'm going to give the haters the benefit of the doubt and declare this movie to be unwise viewing unless you're taking really awesome cold medicine.
Featuring: An uncredited Paul Rudd as the hilariously bludgeoned-to-death Abel and a self-congratulatory Smokey & the Bandit-style blooper reel over the end credits.