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R: ARCHIVE, S: MOVIES, D: 10/12/2000,

The Ladies Man

Reviewing this sort of movie is always a challenge. Because, truth be known, I have a substandard intellect. As such, even at a woeful turkey like this I find myself laughing like a five-year-old whose pal just did a snot rocket. I can't help it.

Leon Phelps (Tim Meadows), as you might guess, is a ladies' man. His black book is the size of an overstuffed three-ring binder. He lives in a candle-lit, coconut-butt-lotion-stocked houseboat (his "skanktuary"). And he sexes up many, many ladies. So many, in fact, that their cuckolded husbands have banded together in a society (united under the emblem of Leon's smily-face-tattooed ass) whose aim is to cut off Leon's testicles. There's a happy ending, of course: he sweet-talks them into leaving his manhood intact, finds his true love, and forsakes his licentious lifestyle. Along the way, there are many jokes about butts, asses, and derrieres.

I could quibble about sexism and racial stereotyping. But why? Like most other Saturday Night Live spinoffs, The Ladies Man (directed by Reginald Hudlin of House Party fame) is pointless and should never have been made. But check your brain at the door and it almost stacks up to a snifter of Courvoisier and a handful of butt.

-- Mike Miliard