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Monkeybone: What do you have when you take Tim Burton and take away his wit, visual style, and narrative coherence? Well, you have Tim Burton, basically. But you also have this ludicrous pile of steaming dogcrap called "Monkeybone." Jesus Christ, is Brandon Frasier racking up enormous gambling debts which require him to be in every piece of shit movie in the world? Also featuring Dave Foley, who was barely funny in Kids in the Hall, not funny in News Radio, and painfully unfunny here. Big baby boy eyes and gap-toothed grin can only get you so far, Canuck. Go back to fucking Saskatchawan. Oh-- and this film answers the question, "Where did Bridget Fonda go when she fell off the face of the fucking planet?" The next question I have -- why did we let her back on? One star.
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