Freddy Got Fingered (2001)

VERDICT:
5/10 Barf Bags

Well, here it goes…

Freddy Got Fingered is about a deadbeat man-child with aspirations to be a comic artist who moves to Hollywood to make it big, then ends up working in a cheese sandwich factory, then moves back home and drives his parents insane. There really isn’t much of a story here.

You know what, I’m just going to let the movie speak for itself and let you decide whether this any of this sounds funny…

– Tom Green masturbating a horse.

– Tom Green masturbating an elephant…onto his dad.

– Tom Green delivering a baby…with his teeth.

– Tom Green licking a bloody, broken bone jutting out of his friend’s shin.

– Tom Green caning his handicapped girlfriend’s legs.

– Rip Torn‘s bare, hideous, cottage-cheese ass.

And the list goes on.

So this is a pretty offensive movie that, chances are, you won’t like and it’s not doing Tom Green any favors either if this is your first introduction to him outside of The Celebrity Apprentice. But for some reason, Freddy Got Fingered has become a guilty pleasure of mine. Reading over that list while laughing to myself is even making me question my own sense of humor, but alas, I can’t help it.

See, I was in sixth or seventh grade when The Tom Green Show first turned up on MTV, and to this day I don’t think I’ve laughed harder at a TV show in my life. The material was never as foul or horribly extreme as it is in Freddy Got Fingered, and even though this is most definitely a low point in his career, I’ll always have the memories.

I don’t really know what else to say. Can’t really recommend this movie with a clear conscience, but if you’re in the mood for some sick, shocking humor, this might just scratch that itch. Giving it a 5 out 10 is pretty generous considering what a shitty movie this is, but I just can’t bring myself to knock it any more than it already has been by nearly every critic on Earth.

Tom Green is a funny guy, but this is not him at his best. I’d suggest YouTubing “The Tom Green Show” for an hour and half instead. That I can recommend.

And so goes the story of how I officially jeopardized my credibility as a film critic.