Netflix Self-Torture Experiment Trilogy #36: The Pest
The title of this movie makes me think it might annoy the shit out of me. Let’s hope so!
Synopsis from Netflix: Amateur con artist Pestario “Pest” Vargas (John Leguizamo) gets more than he bargained for when he makes a deal with German businessman Gustav Shank (Jeffrey Jones). After thugs threaten to break Pest’s legs unless he repays the money he owes them, he takes a high-paying, one-day job — unaware that he’s about to become human quarry for some well-heeled hunters. If Pest can survive 24 hours, Shank will pay him $50,000.
My thoughts: Good fucking god. I can’t think of a single good thing to say about this movie. Seriously, every joke from The Pest is either: a) a racial stereotype joke, b) a gay joke, c) a poop joke, or d) a puke joke. It’s like a Carlos Mencia routine come to life except somehow more irritating.
I could point out that having John Leguizamo hunted for sport was a positive aspect of the film (since you pretty much want to strangle him from the get-go), but the fact that he’s being hunted by Nazis ruins the whole thing. Fucking Godwin’s Law.
There’s simply nobody to root for in this movie at all and absolutely nothing about it is funny. It’s barely better than Freddy Got Fingered, but then again so was my bladder infection in college. [One out of five stars.]
