New York Times critic A.O. Scott has gone on record stating that Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star is the worst film Pauly Shore has ever appeared in, while challenging anyone with a Netflix account, and sufficient nerve, to prove him wrong. You’d be hard pressed to find a worse picture in anyone’s filmography. This might be the worst film I’ve ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on. There are definitely worse ideas afoot here than Pauly Shore, whether it’s Nick Swardson’s Prince Valiant haircut, or Swardson’s fake buckteeth, or the simple proposition that this garbage is being fobbed off as comedy. A Happy Madison production, the film is the latest in the Adam Sandler brand of comedy (I use that term loosely), mostly being a collection random non sequiturs and depressing middle-school sex humor, all brought to you by arrested development and the lowest common denominator. The film revolves around the titular Bucky Larson (played by Swardson), an Iowa bumpkin with zero understanding of human sexuality, but the sudden urge — after learning his parents were porn stars in the ’70s — to move to California and become a star in skin flicks. The problem with Bucky Larson being a comedy about stag films is that most pornography is better written, better acted, and usually funnier. Here, we get exactly two types of jokes, ones making fun of Bucky’s teeth, or ones making fun of the minuscule size of his member. It’s difficult for me to express how truly awful this film is without resorting to a string of vulgarities not fit for print.
Director: Tom Brady
Writer: Adam Sandler and Allen Covert
Cast: Nick Swardson, Stephen Dorff, Christina Ricci, Don Johnson, Pauly Shore, Edward Herrmann, Pavel Lychnikoff, Dana Goodman, Meredith Giangrande and Miriam Flynn
Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star