
Pair a helmer of screwy TV shows with a writer of US sitcoms and, given a long enough timeline, you'll eventually locate a previously untapped reservoir of talent that gives the film industry a much needed shot in the arm of new ideas and boundless energy. Mostly though, you'll end up with turgid D-list rubbish like Dude, Where's My Car?, the stillborn brainchild of helmer Danny Leiner (Felicity) and scripter Philip Stark (That '70s Show). It's enough to make you wonder who gave it the go-ahead, why someone didn't realise it was terrible while they were making it and how anyone at 20th Century Fox can sleep at night knowing they released it, when the only humane act would have been to incinerate every copy.
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