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Usually when people choose a Pauly Shore enterprise to mock and blame, it's Bio-Dome. It wasn't because Pauly was better or worse in it than his other movies, it's just that the public, who had uneasily approved of Encino Man and Son In Law, found their limit here. It was just too much Shore, too much stupidity, and too much pay for a guy who might still be in remedial kindergarten. So the world stood united as it took out its paddle and gave Bio-Dome a righteous spanking, effectively halting Shore's career post-1996 and paving the way for Adam Sandler's rise to glory. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all. Consider this: Bio-Dome contains healthy portions of William Atherton with a mullet (Walter Peck from Ghostbusters), Kylie Minogue, Joey Lauren Adams, Rose McGowan, AND the cult band Tenacious D (with Jack Black). Doesn't that make you want to see it now? Oh. You want to read my review of the movie before deciding? Well, if I actually have to work... *grumble grumble* Bio-Dome follows the typical paper-thin stylings of a comedy setup. You have your standard Durrr Duo, Bud (Shore) and Doyle (Baldwin), best friends for life because (a) they'll never be allowed to have sex, and (b) the judge ruled that it was either that or being buried alive in a tar pit. Through stupidity, these stupid buddies get stupidly trapped inside a sealed bio-dome for an entire year (they think it's a new mall). They end up living aside with five other actors who were trapped in their own private hells as they had to first act like all serious and stuff for Shore and Baldwin's wackiness to play off of, and then finally convert over to the dark side and "lighten up" so they weren't "The Man". Bud acts like typical Shore; which is to say, he's nuttier than Andy Dick in rehab, fluttering his hands and face while making barely legible comments and giggling. Doyle isn't much better, as he's a cross between Brendan Fraser from Encino Man (with the dreads and the caveman mentality) and... well... a desperate Baldwin brother. If you can stomach the goofitry of them both, then your next barrier to overcome is the believability factor that two such buffoons got Joey Adams and generic gorgeous babe as girlfriends. In fact, that's the only other thing I remember from the first time I saw this movie: in the bio-dome, locked away from their girlfriends, the two guys end up almost hooking up with the two lovely girls in there, but decide not to and just be faithful to their outside cuties. Cue Dr. Evil's "Riiiiiiiiiight." There's just no way for two people with a collective IQ of 45 to make such a noble and loyal decision instead of letting their willies (collective IQ: 112) make it for them. While it's positively quaint to rag on the clichés of horror and romance films — particularly after we've done it at MRFH — no one seems to call the comedy genre on the same-old, same-old tactics they employ. How about everyone other than the leads falling into two categories: either being huge fans of the main characters, or being complete tools and mean and grumpy for no reason? How about how they make far-out scenarios plausible with the most flimsy of setups? Or how there's always, always a big party at the end with loud music and all secondary characters either stop being tools and ask forgiveness, or get their comeuppance? How about how no one ever pulls out a gun and plugs people this annoying? Hey, not doing something can be a cliché too. Once Bud and Doyla have been as completely jerky as they can manage without directly farting on the principal cast's mothers' faces, they trash the Dome with a huge party, and then finally decide to be good and save it all and some other nonsense. Basically, it's a great excuse to get a laugh out of the fact that an entire town — possibly the whole state of Arizona — is so nuts about this Bio-Dome that they constantly stand outside of the place and cheer for things like a sign stating "18%" of homeostasis. Which means nothing to you and I, but I assure you, it means a great deal to the mindless morons there. The desert has driven them completely batty. Listen, I really do enjoy a dumb buddy movie when it is based on a foundation of humorock. Heck, I consider Dude, Where's My Car? to be the ninth wonder of the freakin' modern world. But when a film — like Bio-Dome — mistakes gross stupidity for laughter, then it's just a little sad and a heap of pain. Still, Hudson Hawk was critically reviled, and that managed to survive long enough to find a happy home in my habitat, so I'm sure Bio-Dome has a special place. Not here, though. You got a guest room, it's yours.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
Bud: I don't you to eat me either. Monique: There is something about a man who can lick his own back... Doyle: [to Faulkner] You mother-Faulkner! Bud and Doyle: And when where not saving the environment, we're thinkin' of you, naked, thigh deep in tofu. Doyle: Miss? If you were yogurt, would you be fruit at the bottom or stirred?
Mimi: Where'd you come from?
Jen: I don't know you.
Bud: Woah, Woah, Woah! Wait a minute! You guys aren't one of those freaky cults are you? Ya know, who dance naked and you want us to take off our clothes and feed us special punch?
Bud: Alright people, stay with the group and remember here at the bio we're dependent on keeping homo's balanced within the system! Bud: Woah Doyle! Put the gun down, put the gun down stubs! We don't need evil right now, evil is not good! Soundtrack Review
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