Tomcats

Until the blooper reel that runs with the closing credits, there's scarcely a sign of wit or talent in the entirety of Tomcats, the latest in what seems to be a never-ending sewer-spawn tidal wave of excessively tasteless comedies green-lighted on the coattails of There's Something About Mary and American Pie. Here, a group of commitment-phobic buddies invest a pool of bet money that will go to the last bachelor standing. Tomcats takes place in a world where all the women are half-witted, sexpot, bisexual Barbie blondes with such low standards for a mate that they will happily marry a bloated, brain-dead, beer-swilling imitation-Belushi who makes a living as a proctologist. But oglers be forewarned: this is not a Porky's-style sex comedy with gratuitous nudity, but rather a limp, misogynistic, gross-out dud. Not recommended. (R. Blackwelder)