Freddy Got Fingered

When 28-year old wannabe animator Gord Brody (Green) leaves the safety of his parents' home to make it big in Hollywood, all hell breaks loose... in hospital rooms, with paraplegic nymphos, in a cheese factory, with farm animals... and much more! Just whe

MTV's maniacal prankster, Tom Green, takes his surreal nonsense to the movies in Freddy Got Fingered. Playing a Portland, Oregon, goofball who dreams of becoming an animator, Green barely stitches together a rudimentary plot, but he does pile on the kind of agonizing nonsense that is his stock-in-trade: chewing through an umbilical cord, licking somebody's compound fracture, and presenting a sausage-and-keyboard contraption that surely would have delighted early-20th-century Dadaists. Predictably, Green loses something in the transition from television's freeform, microscopic glare to the more formal demands of cinema, and the result isn't pretty. The trouble is, this stuff is largely unsuitable for the broad scope of a movie and, in contrast to the guerrilla tactics of Green's TV show, is prefabricated for the lumbering process of filmmaking. That, in turn, diminishes the effectiveness of Green's grenade-throwing humor and makes Freddy Got Fingered something of a desperate experience. --Tom Keogh