The Adventures of Pluto Nash (2002)
Directed by: Ron Underwood
Starring: Eddie Murphy, Randy Quaid, Rosario Dawson
The Adventures of Pluto Nash is such an amazingly stupid movie that I can’t even wrap my mind around how it was made. I mean, when it’s a career-ending movie for it’s writer (Neil Cuthbert) who also wrote the classic Return of Swamp Thing and Hocus Pocus, you know you’ve found yourself something terrible.
Pluto Nash (Murphy) is the SINGLE GREATEST HUMAN BEING ALIVE. He never faces any challenge he can’t easily defeat and is always the best at everything. Also, he runs a nightclub on the moon and Randy Quaid is his tough robot bodyguard. I don’t remember what the conflict was supposed to be, but you can be damn sure that it was no problem at all for PLUTO NASH!
Seriously, Eddie Murphy’s character in this film is the most overblown, always-awesome character ever. He’s worse than James Bond, because Bond is a smug jackass that you can’t ever really like. Pluto Nash has a heart of gold and is always kind as well as being super-badass, oh and he also makes his robot the club manager, advancing the plight of robot apartheid. FUCK THIS MOVIE SO HARD.
February 22nd, 2011 at 11:29 am
ur just racist