Joe Dirt ain't half-bad. While it will most assuredly please the fans of David Spade Saturday Night Live , Lost and Found , don't be surprised if those unfamiliar with Spade's shtick find a little low-rent comedy worth seeing. The plot is a typical farce framework you've seen a dozen times before: Underdog hero navigates the country and meeting up with a host of goofy characters before becoming a folk hero. If you look a bit closely, Joe Dirt intermittently comes off as a subtle satire of Forrest Gump. No outright skin to speak of, though Ms. Daniel and Ms.
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After being abandoned by his parents at the Grand Canyon, Joe Dirt tells the story of his journey to find his parents. You know him, you love him, and…you wish you never knew how silly that ol mullet of yours looked. Joe, who has spent the better portion of his life searching for his long-lost parents tells his story on the air when a local radio station notices him mopping their floors. The flashback narration style of this movie works incredibly well under the humorously spoken wig wearing persona of Spade at his best. We are told about his absurd hair that was the result of a childhood abnormality fusing a wig with his open brain tissue… or something like that. Dennis Miller keeps things rolling as radio talk show host Zander Kelly who lets Joe tell his story over the course of a few days.
David Spade, like many of the Saturday Night Live Class of , has yet to properly translate his particular talents to the big screen. The most obvious reason is that -- unlike Adam Sandler's loveable, overgrown man-child schtick which by now has been parlayed into its own successful sub-genre of frattish comedy -- Spade's most valuable talent is his sarcasm. When turned outward against the celebrity machine, as seen in Saturday Night Live 's "Hollywood Minute" and "Spade in America" segments and now as the host of Comedy Central's The Showbiz Show , Spade's acrid wit is likeably direct, with a modicum of self-effacement that acknowledges the hypocrisy of a TV and movie star lampooning others for being TV and movie stars.
The moment I stepped off the plane in Juneau, the air just felt…different. THAT means it rains a lot. As in a whole lot. It had been raining off and on all day in Ketchikan…mostly on. So…I decked out in the closest-I-could-find in my North Carolina spring attire to keep me warm.