|Directed by:||Gregory Poirier|
|Written by:||Gregory Poirier|
|Starring:||Shannon Elizabeth, Jerry O’Connell, Jake Busey, Horatio Sanz, Jaime Pressly|
|Released:||April 19, 2001|
We’ve seen nothing but cleavage and scantly clothed women in the TV ads and one would expect all to be revealed in the movie itself but not so. Despite having more sexual references than any film I’ve seen, there isn’t a single shred of nudity or sex in Tomcats which may disappoint the audience at which it is targeted. It’s like taking a guy to a strip club and then finding no strippers inside.
Aside, the film stinks anyway. It’s the story of seven guys who make a “tomcats” bet. They all put a couple of hundred dollars a year into an investment fund and the last man to get married gets the whole pot. Five are married in the space of seven years which just leaves two - Michael (O’Connell) and Kyle (Busey) to fight for the kitty which has now reached $500,000. When Michael goes on a casino gambling spree (trying to impress a young lady), he finds himself $51,000 in debt and 30 days to find the money or else...
If you haven’t already predicted it, the only way Michael can come up with the money is to get Kyle married but that’s going to be a task in itself. Kyle’s goal in life is to sleep with every single woman on the planet. He constantly uses women and then dumps them when he’s finished with their services. The only true love he ever had was a girl he met at a wedding known as Natalie (Elizabeth). Michael knows he has to track down Natalie and get her to woo Kyle to the altar.
To show just how pitiful this film is, let me give you an example of one scene. Kyle has cancer of the testicle and has it removed in an operation by his doctor. Not wanting to leave a part of him behind, he asks Michael to search the hospital and steal the jar that contains his removed testicle. Michael finds it but drops the jar leaving the swollen testicle on the ground. It a barrage of coincidences, the testicle is kicked around the hospital until it finds itself in the cafeteria on a tray of sticky buns. The buns are spilt and the testicle is now on the lunch tray of the doctor who promptly takes a juicy bite. Classy.
Not my kind of film and judging from the trailers before it, more sick garbage is on the way. Previews for David Spade’s Joe Dirt and Tom Green’s Freddie Got Fingered show that just when you think we’ve sunk to a new low, we somehow find a way to sink even lower. Gross out comedies are over produced and when people of the future look back, they’ll wonder how such trash came to be made. It must be kind of like us looking back on the late 80s and cringing at titles such as Revenge Of The Nerds 4: Nerds In Love and Police Academy 6: City Under Siege. At least things aren’t that bad yet, are they?