REVIEW: Killer Pad

Respect the hot sauce.

For the past two hours, I've attempted to formulate an opening statement that adequately expresses how deeply embarrassed I am for enjoying Nightmare on Elm Street star Robert Englund's surprisingly entertaining and often hilarious satanic party flick Killer Pad, but this sort of high grade, fancy-lad literature is simply beyond my grasp. As a general rule, I try to avoid anything that boldly proclaims itself to be from the producer(s) of Dude, Where's My Car, an act which some may perceive as arrogance. Make no mistake: Killer Pad is one lacy bra strap away from being labeled as a National Lampoons knock-off, but to adhere this damning signage to Englund's spunky little picture would be to discredit the film's truly positive aspects. Dan Stoller's script, for instance, sports of number of clever scenes and quotable lines, most of which are delivered by charismatic leads Eric Jungmann and Shane McRae. Daniel Franzese, meanwhile, is the embodied of nails on a chalkboard, cementing his position as one of my least favorite actors currently doing the Hollywood watusi. Additionally, Robert Englund's execution of the material couldn't be smarter; the man's comic timing is razor sharp, allowing even the lamest of jokes to earn a laugh or two. A Neil Patrick Harris-style cameo from former Blossom heart throb Joey Lawrence seals the proverbial deal, though I'm not sure which is funnier: his impression of Bruce Willis or his involvement in a brief homage to Weekend at Bernie's. However you slice it, Killer Pad is one tasty cinematic treat, a carefree comedy that doesn't strive to do anything more than tickle your fractured funny bone. Oddly enough, I'm down with that. Go figure.

Recipe For Success: Englund and Stoller's Warped Sense Of Humor + Eric Jungmann + Andy Milonakis Is Creepy

For Reals, Yo: I had no idea the devil had a penis and a vagina.

Though it does explain quite a bit.