The makers of this shameful waste of celluloid have padded their work with fat jokes, homophobic jokes, gratuitous nudity and various bodily functions, while harboring a fundamental hatred for women. Jeffrey M. Anderson - Combustible Celluloid

Oh, and if you make it through the film, you’ll get another treat: Seeing Cook simulate oral sex on a stuffed penguin during the film’s final credits. James Ward - Visalia (Calif.) Times

There is a word for this movie, and that word is: Ick. Roger Ebert