Delta Farce Reviews

Even those of us who don't bray like a brain-damaged donkey every time Larry the Cable Guy grunts, "Get 'er done!" will be surprised by the self-proclaimed redneck comic's follow-up to his big-screen debut, LARRY THE CABLE GUY: HEALTH INSPECTOR. This entirely laughless war comedy is less funny than even his harshest critic could have imagined. Larry (Larry the Cable Guy) and his moronic friends Bill Little (Bill Engvall) and Everett (DJ Qualls) escape their horrible lives through the weekends they spend as U.S. Army Reserve soldiers in Chattahoochee, Georgia, laying about in a nearly empty barracks while the rest of their unit is off fighting in Iraq. Larry has just been fired from his job as a server at a cowboy-themed family restaurant for insulting an overweight customer; Bill is continually harassed by his harridan wife (Lisa Lampanelli) and their two hellion kids; and for the past six months, Everett has been living out of a shed at the storage facility where he works security detail. Their monthly vacation is interrupted when increased fighting around Fallujah requires the U.S. military to start scraping the very bottom of the reinforcements barrel, and tough-nut army sergeant Kilgore (Keith David) is ordered to whip these bumbling weekend warriors into shape before their deployment to Iraq aboard a military transport plane. When the flight encounters some serious turbulence somewhere over Mexico, the crew is forced to dump some of the heavy gear they're carrying, including the Jeep in which our three would-be heroes are napping (Sgt. Kilgore is accidentally dragged out of the hatch along with them). Unable to tell one dry, dusty desert from another, Larry, Bill and Everett assume they've arrived in Iraq. (They also think the merely unconscious Sgt. Kilgore is dead, and bury him in a shallow grave.) Similarly unable to tell one mustachioed foreigner from another (they mistake a picture of Pancho Villa for Saddam Hussein, who they all agree also reminds them of the "red dot Indian" who works down at the Circle K), they assume the small Mexican village of La Miranda, which has fallen into the clutches of the fierce bandito Carlos Santana (Danny Trejo), is an Iraqi village that needs to be liberated. At a time when faith in U.S. foreign policy has reached an all-time low, the film constructs a neat little fantasy scenario in which Americans actually do bring freedom and democracy to the oppressed citizenry of another country, and it's not entirely unaware of the irony inherent in the fact that it's the wrong country. Cracks about turbans, "carpet fliers," "Turds" and "Shit-ites" aren't funny enough to even qualify as jokes, and overall the movie is too stupid to offend any but the most sensitive viewer. But members of the U.S. military and fans of funny movies have every right to be insulted.