This 95-minute sitcom wouldnt even get
the green light from UPN or the WB.
Writer Wayne Conleys apparent lack of
imagination leads to an endless series of
mistaken identities featuring countless
middle school-level jokes about prison
sex and flatulence. Anthony Anderson
stars as Malcolm King, the rich and cocky
creator of the next Viagra who stages his
own kidnapping in order to avoid paying a
divorce settlement to his greedy ex-wife.
However, this ridiculous plan takes a
predictable turn for the worse when the
scheduled kidnapper, a dimwitted ex-con,
captures a valet posing as King. Then, a
local loser (Jay Mohr) kidnaps King,
thinking that the pompous entrepreneur
is an enemy from years ago. This enemy
turns out to be the same recently
released jailbird from Kings original
kidnapping plan. The already-convoluted
plot gets even more muddled when a
ditzy mistress and a canned VP of Kings
company get mixed up in the clutter.
Director Jeff Byrd should be held
responsible for this insult that wastes
viewers time and money.