December 10, 2001
What it is, America? Entertainment Police is back and on the attack with another two-weeks’ worth of tips and whatnot as to the goings-on in the Entertainment world. And what a crazy world it is these days, what with the economy on recess and everyone getting Amway in the mail and all. Look, I know you came here for the reviews, to find out what to do with that Jefferson that’s been burning a hole in your pocket, so I won’t delay any further. On to the movies!

In Theaters Now:

Not Another Ween Movie
Ha! Those musically irreverent Ween brothers are back in their fifth film, regardless of what the title might lead you to believe. This time they’re taking on the smash hit Titanic with this lampooning (or is it serious? or are they crazy?) musical full of memorable song-and-dance numbers like “My Heart Will Go On Sale”, “Hey Iceburg (Shithead)”, “Go Pull a Nickel Out Your Ass, Steve” and “Somebody Please Fish My Icy Nuts Out of the Atlantic”.

Ocean’s 11
The sad tale of the last remaining Phoenix brother, who was incinerated this past July in a Bar-be-cue gone bad on his eleventh birthday. Like his brother River and his sister Delta before him, he lived too fast, too young, and left a good-looking pre-pubescent corpse. This tribute is a fine send-off as he sulks his way up to the big detox in the sky.

The Royal Tennis Bums
Every king and queen’s worst nightmare is to have their progeny grow up to be nothing but long-haired polycarbonalium racquet-wielding tennis bums, cruising the courts looking for the cheap thrill of a pick-up match and taking pictures with their scofflaw Rebel SLR cameras. But just that is the lot for the rulers of the conveniently-created kingdom of Bumcock, who send their kids to a strict uppity tennis camp for the summer, thinking the regimentation will sap their love of the game. Instead, the royal shits beat the tennis slobs at the camp across the lake and learn something valuable about themselves in the process: they’re rich.

Vanilla Sky
Only a lumpy-skulled nut-tugger like Vanilla Ice would have the grotesquely swollen balls to write himself into the history of the space program in this supposedly autobiographical picture about his childhood dream of launching a rocket and his later top-level work for NASA. Not to mention that the theme song is just Elton John’s “Rocket Man” with a tambourine line added. Almost as disgusting as his last two films: “A Dream With Wings: The Orville and Vanilla Wright Story” and “Yo, I Wrote the Star-Spangled Banner”.

Now on Video:

Karen Carpenter’s Ghosts of Mars
If you thought last season of Allie McBeal was scary, wait until you witness this harrowing tale of anorexia, bulimia and gas-station candy bar sales. Beat to the punch by “The Karen Carpenter Story” a few years back, but I hear this one has vampires and shit, so it’s probably a better popcorn anorexia movie.

Maid
That meaty dude you loved so much for Swingers and Deep Throat, Jon Favorite, is back in this hilarious lark about a hapless palooka who has to go to New York and dress up as a sexy French maid to win the girl of his dreams. It turns out that impersonating the maid at his belle-to-be’s mansion is harder than it looks, and many explosively comedic situations result. Probably my favorite scene is the New Year’s Eve party where no less than a half-dozen male guests try to take Jon back to the servants’ quarters for some deep cleaning, and he discovers that the maid who he knocked out and put on a bus to Florida had been shining more than a few knobs around the mansion.

Pearl Harbor
Finally a WWII film that tells the real story of how we took on the Japanese at Pearl Harbor and kicked their skinny little tails, heaving bombs up into the trunks of their planes when they weren’t looking. Man, I would have loved to see the looks on their faces when those bombs went off. Some irresponsible networks actually played the film footage of the attack backwards, leading many Americans to believe that Japan actually tried to bomb us on that fateful day. Right, like they’d try to bomb us! Think about it people: they’re just a tiny little island. We could just go over there and blow over all their little rice paper houses with a big fan or something. Don’t be so naïve.

Television:

Woolf Lake (CBS)
As always, CBS takes the high road in its effort to keep its audience (average age 92) thrilled with the most boring programming available. This particular time, you’ve got to respect their literary credentials. Each week members of the Woolf Lake book club get together and discuss how much they enjoyed their latest reading assignment. No stars, per se, unless you count Virginia Woolf (the show’s namesake), Henry James, Mark Twain, or Agatha Christie. And of course, nobody does.

The Agency (CBS)
The black eye network continues to make its 21st century comeback with this hot new sitcom adapted from that infomercial about the ad agency with the new IBM computers. Who can blame them? Few television network shows had such well-developed characters as the fat guy from accounting and that old guy who was afraid of getting on the internet. Some advice from Roland M: Drop that boring soccer mom who keeps whining about sending out e-mail memos, that pony won’t play ball more than one episode.

Maybe it's Me (WB)
Give up now, Survivor! The ultimate reality show is here, and who would have thought the WB would have it? Six horrible hack stand-up comedians are put onto a set where each week they throw out the script and try to ad-lib each other out of the spotlight! The gag: They’ve all been told they’re starring in a new sitcom, while the truth is that when it’s over, only one of them can go on to star in a third-rate WB sitcom with lousy writing next season! Unless the other five get put into their own ABC shows or something.

Video Games:

The Sims Hot Date (PC)
Call me a whacko with no sense of humor, but paying $30 just to get a box with a rubber glove and Jergens lotion in it doesn’t sit well with me, folks at Electronic Arts. I bet you assholes are the ones who unscrew the salt shaker at KFC whenever I’m dining in. Fuckers.

Metallica Solitude (PS2)
Everyone who knows games (and I do) has been waiting forever for this huge arrival for the Playstation 2, and it finally arrives, about ten years too late. I’ve never been a big fan of Metallica or their lead singer Snake, so maybe it’s my fault this computerized version of their biggest video is a let down. Not bad, but playing as a crumpled old man digging your way out of some futuristic prison while morbid arpeggio music plays in the background isn’t my idea of high-speed gaming.

Alone in the Dark 4 (DC)
Those fuckers at Electronic Arts are making “games” for Dreamcast now. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I come after you with a goddamn shotgun, you butt-humping jerkwipes. May you rot in hell. In the meantime, I’ve got a nice set of dish gloves and more Jergens lotion than anybody needs. Electronic Arts can lick my salty parts.

Well, I hope that all turned your world upside-down, I know it did mine. We’ll be back in six days short of a fortnight to rain entertainment manna down on your unsuspecting heads one more time. Watch for it.