DEUCE BIGALOW: EUROPEAN GIGOLOR
The most surprising thing about Rob Schneider's feature-film career is that he still has a feature-film career at all. Although he hasn't been funny since his stint on "Saturday Night Live" a decade ago (remember the Copy Guy?), Schneider remains regularly employed as a bit player and leading man. The reason for his career longevity can be summed up in two words: Adam Sandler. Not only does Schneider's buddy and fellow "SNL" veteran make it a point to cast his pal in his own blockbuster comedies, he has also bankrolled every one of Schneider's starring vehicles beginning with 1999's Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo. After that film somehow grossed over $60 million at the box office, Schneider went on to star in two more alleged comedies with increasingly diminished results. Now he's returned to the scene of his greatest triumph for a sequel that can most kindly be described as unnecessary.
As the title suggests, Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo finds Deuce, an amateur ichthyologist and occasional man-ho, journeying to the Continent, where he reunites with his former pimp T.J. (Eddie Griffin). Unfortunately, his trip is ruined by a mysterious killer who is targeting Europe's best gigolos. For reasons too dumb to explain in detail, T.J. becomes the primary suspect, so Deuce reluctantly resumes his old ways to find the real murderer and clear his friend's name. As in the original film, all of the female clients he encounters suffer from some sort of abnormality. There's a tracheotomy patient, a hunchback, a giantess with an unnatural baby fixation, and a Chernobyl victim who sports a male appendage in place of a nose. Guess what happens when she sneezes?
That last gag is indicative of the film's general poor taste. While the first movie was rather tame, this one goes out of its way to offend. Shock humor can be very effective and very funny when it's used properly (Dave Chappelle proved a master at it on the late, great "Chappelle's Show"), but this is just the frat-boy version, which means lots of crass dick jokes and ugly gay-bashing. Considering that he's the main character, Deuce himself remains a surprisingly flat comic creation. Apart from his klutzy behavior, he doesn't do anything funny. That puts the burden of providing any actual comedy on the supporting cast, which is primarily made up of anonymous European actors, many of whom have been poorly dubbed over with American voices. (They don't get much help from Griffin, who is just cashing a paycheck). Schneider will no doubt reappear in the next Adam Sandler vehicle, but here's hoping this is the last we've seen of Deuce Bigalow.