The Hot Chick

A hackneyed five-minute movie is unfortunately stretched into an endless 105 minutes in this lame brained insult to cinema by writer/director Tom Brady. Rob Schneider sadly thinks he’s a comedic genius with a mindless barrage of ways he can humiliate himself. After the snobbish leader of a bumbling, bubblegum brigade of ditsy blonde high-school cheerleaders is victim to an ancient spell and ends up switching bodies with the frizzy-haired former Deuce Bigalow, she and her brainless cohorts are more focused on playing show and tell with her new male genitalia than with trying to reverse the curse. Meanwhile, the infrequent flashes of the egocentric socialite containing Schneider’s soul quickly goes from negotiating a tampon to negotiating a pole as a stripper with gross toilet humor and sex gags to follow. Brady and Schneider collaborated together on the 2002 travesty, The Animal, and after their doubleheader of unintelligible Hollywood nightmares, it’s two strikes and you’re out.