Trail of the Screaming Forehead

Draws most of its humor from a relentless barrage of incoherent idioms, mixed metaphors, and rampant redundancy. Drags on in a few places, and some of the jokes fall flat, but personally, I enjoyed the cheese like a Frenchman fiends fondue. Bonus points for calling on the Manhattan Transfer to provide the theme song... Oh, and the final 5 seconds (after the credits)? Damn... Unforgettably epic.

Impossible not to compare this to the excellent Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, and unfortunately this film just doesn't have the humor that it did. Brian Howe is, again, the funniest guy in the film, and there are a few memorable lines. On the flipside, color just isn't as funny for some reason, and the theme song (which you have to sit through a couple of times) is pretty tuneless and irritating.