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:: Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo

When we head out see Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, sequel to the critically panned Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, we don’t expect some modern day Citizen Kane. Rob Schneider’s humour hasn’t improved in taste or substance since the original, and minority groups are again the butt of most jokes so prepare to be offended. Racist stereotypes are predictable inclusions, also shallowly masked as comedy, while women are portrayed as either lovable freaks and/ or partially naked.

When we left Deuce, he had just married the one-legged love of his life and packed in his man whoring for good. Sadly, she is killed on their honeymoon and Deuce, having troubles at home, heads off for Amsterdam. He meets up with his former pimp, TJ Hicks, who is worried about a serial killer who is targeting the city’s gigolos. He convinces Deuce to go undercover as a man-whore to unravel the mystery. The murder plot adds some interest, but from here on in the story centres around the same gags as the original. Fans will enjoy loads of Schneider catch phrases and the familiar territory.

Deuce’s investigations put him in touch with a secret society of male prostitutes who view him with distain for his crass American ways and amateurism, but are all afraid for their lives. Keep an eye out for Aussie actor, Alex Dimitriades in a minor man-whore role. This society is known for the mastery over techniques that normal men have never heard of, with suggestive names that boggle the mind. These double entendres and cheap visual gags are the basis of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, which has neither strong writing or production values.

There are more words for male genitalia in this film than in a class of giggling schoolkids and that’s exactly who this film will appeal to. Whether or not it’s appropriate for them is up to parents, but fourteen-year-old boys and those men who just never grow up will find this film hilarious and are guaranteed to quote it at length for years to come.