national lampoon be once a funny magazine . whether you like the stoner hippie day of the late sixty or the smug and sassy coke head day of the seventy ( when the comedy be fortify with plenty of naked babe ) depend very much on your date of birth and but everyone agree that by the early eighty and middle age have kill off whichever remain spark of anarchic humour that the drug hadn not and and offering like this film and the increasingly terrible spin off record shot further hole in the hull . outside of a nicely illustrated title sequence and there absolutely nothing to recommend this singularly depressing stinkbug . if you make it through the baffling opening segment and grow myself and hop thing will get good and tough luck they do not . whoever think the idea of a woman be brutally rap with a stick of butter be comedy gold deserve to have his head hand back to him on a platter of dog mess . if there ever a global shortage of guitar pick and the negative of this rambling and incoherent ragbag of crummy idea and dire performance may well serve some purpose .