|James B. Rogers
|Peter Gaulke, Gerry Swallow
|Heather Graham, Chris Klein, Orlando Jones, Sally Field, Richard Jenkins, Eddie Cibrian
|April 12, 2001
Perhaps toilet humour has reached the bottom of the bowl and it’s time for a good flush. The last six yeas have seen the release of Dumb And Dumber, Kingpin, There’s Something About Mary, Outside Providence and Me, Myself and Irene. The Farrelly brothers (Peter and Bobby) have played a part in all the above films (either as director, producer or writer) and one could say they have defined the genre. Say It Isn’t So goes to show they may have also killed the genre.
In this story, the sweet and innocent Gilly Noble (Klein) is just looking for that perfect girl who’ll give him goosebumps all over. At the local hairdresser, he meets Jo Wingfield (Graham) and they are a perfect match. That is until Jo accidentally chops off Gilly’s ear when giving him a haircut. Oh well, all is forgiven and six months pass before they take the big plunge and consummate their relationship.
Things go askew when a friend of Gilly believes he’s finally tracked down his natural birth mother and her name is Valdine Wingfield (Field), Jo’s mother. Given that she’s just “poked” her own brother, Jo flees to Oregon to be with her wealthy ex-boyfriend Mark (Cibrian).
Time passes and out of the blue, a mysterious gentleman arrives on the Wingfield’s doorstep who has validation that he is the Wingfield’s lost son. Now that the horrible misunderstanding has been cleared up, Gilly tries to track down Jo to tell her the good news but just about everyone is standing in his way...
This is cheap, tiresome crap that isn’t close to being funny. There’s a great scene at the start with the family around the dinner table but that was the lone moment bringing a smile to my face. Other “jokes” include Gilly mistakenly getting a blow-job from a cat and Gilly getting his arm stuck in the ass of a cow.
Say It Isn’t So is lacklustre and like a broken coke machine, takes your money and gives nothing in return.