...well then, there's something seriously wrong with you. And this movie is a perfect example why. The little guy is totally unlikable on a good day, but when he is playing a hardcore, supposedly tough-guy, punk rocker, as he does in this bomb, it is painfully obvious just how obnoxious he really is. I have to admit he wasn't too awful playing the straight guy the first few seasons on Two And A Half Men, but when that character morphed into the weird sleazeball who was supposed to get all the laughs, that show quickly went downhill.

This movie is slow moving and dull, and full of cliches and poor writing. The dialogue is stupid and the "action" scenes are lame. If you think it's hilarious for one of the main characters to wear a huge, bleached out, spiky mohawk throughout the entire movie, then you might be simple-minded enough to dig this slop. Otherwise you would do well to pass on this antique steamer.

Really? Punk kid has visions of being Native and becomes one? Not just obnoxious but racist. Would you do that with Africans? No.

Even without that, a dull witless unfunny supposed comedy. Obnoxious, irritating, like listening to the sound of a dentist's drill for 90 minutes.

One of the worst films ever made.

The much-loved 'Dudes' (1987) is a delightfully unrefined black comedy that for some inexplicable reason remains relatively unheralded; and it is a celluloid travesty that Penelope Spheeris's sublimely ludicrous cow punk road comedy is still unavailable on Blu-ray? (You could certainly do a lot worse than hook yourself up with a copy of 'Dude's, man; besides the boisterous use of Keel's 'Rock N' Roll Outlaw' cover is a righteously riff-laden groove!) Jon Cryer, Daniel Robuck and Flea decide that the life of a big apple punker is a stone cold snooze, and in a sublime moment of drunken inspiration they decide that a road trip to sunny California might improve their dour, metropolitan ennui. A bummer for them, but fortunately for the viewer, their entirely ramshackle exodus is fraught with all manner of improbable calamity, not least of which is a violent encounter with some low-down desert skeezoids, headed by the murderous redneck, Missoula; played with gleeful mania by ex-Fear vocalist, Lee 'Black Moon Rising' Ving. 'Dudes' is a genuine road-movie oddity that begs for rediscovery; due largely to the endearingly daft twin lead performances from Roebuck & Cryer, exhilarating RAWK soundtrack, and exquisitely eccentric mise-en-scene by Penelope Spheeris; but the film's REAL clincher for me is when the divinely bickering punkers over-imbibe a bottle of lysergic snake juice, procured from amiable renaissance man, Daredelvis (Pete Wilcox) and suddenly Spheeris plunges us deep into Alex Cox territory where all manner of gonzoid western archetypes are purloined for her and our amusement! In many ways it's the film's many flaws and joyful incongruities that make it such a lovable VHS-era rogue. And my vinyl soundtrack is something I shall never part with!