And you thought Joe Dirt was stupid. Wait. Lemme backtrack. Joe Dirt was stupid. Joe Dirt was better than Busboys. Plain dirt is better than Busboys. This is an immature film for immature people who watch immature things immaturely. I have more respect for the child who wants to see Super Mario Galaxy for the 20th time.
Keep in mind that David Spade was supposed to be encased. I’m pretty sure Adam Sandler has David Spade, Rob Schneider, Chris Rock, and Kevin James all collected in an enclosure in his basement with a sign reading “in case of movie, break glass.” I dunno how James gets out from time-to-time, but Sandler has done a great job of keeping the others from hurting the general public. But with Busboys, Adam, man, you’re gonna have to check those locks again.
The film started with a flurry of sex jokes. I counted six in the first five minutes. Did it matter that none of them were good sex jokes? Apparently not. Was the film going for a record? Apparently not. At least that might have been a positive contribution.
What qualifies for plot in this forgettable waste is two mismatched morons, Markie (Spade) and Steef (Theo Von), insisting their lives will improve when they get to that sweet, sweet waiter echelon of life. Cha-CHING!! KnowwhatI’msayin’? To get to that blessed waiter threshold of income freedom, however, they have to succeed as Busboys, which proves a tall order, as they are morons and don’t have a good deal on how things work … as when they try and fail to become drug dealers.
The irony to their nocturnal wait dreams is at the beginning the film, these two are in the sewage removal business … and seem good at it. Now I know that dumping shit is a joke unto itself, but I gotta believe that there is both money and future in the endeavor, for while restaurants have turnover and go out of business all the time, people will always need their shit removed. Not only that, but I imagine due to
stigma and low supply of candidates, the demand for removers will lead to a more competitive salary.
I could be wrong. But what do I know? Ok. I’ll tell you what I know: I know enough to have left this film before it ended. This exercise in forced stupidity made The Three Stooges look like Shakespeare. It wasn’t going to get any better, and my attention was better served literally anywhere else.
This is the kind of film that begins life as a pilot for a TV show that nobody picks up. The problem seems to be that when nobody picked it up, they went ahead and released it in theaters. Cuz somehow that makes it better? I didn’t give it zero stars because that barrier is for films with deliberate evil in mind, like Melania. But don’t kid yourselves, Busboys is as stupid and immature as films get.
Two idiots, Markie and Steef
Operate under a mistaken belief
Their lives will improve
Once they hit the groove
Of “waiting table money,” good grief
Rated R, 97 Minutes
Director: Jonah Feingold
Writer: David Spade, Theo Von
Genre: Films you walk out of
Type of being most likely to enjoy this film: The most immature adults you know
Type of being least likely to enjoy this film: Anybody with taste
