The storyline resembles that of a bad sitcom than it actually does a movie. Kyle (Jon Favreau) is marrying his psychotic girlfriend, Laura (Cameron Diaz). His best man Charles, played by Leland ("he made me fuck her!") Orser, and a few of his buddies, Rob (Christian Slater) and brothers Adam and Michael (Daniel Stern and Jeremy Piven) decide to have a bachelor party in Vegas before the wedding. As they party the night away, their booze and drug fueled hi-jinks eventually lead them to their hotel room where they invite a hot stripper/hooker named Tina up for some mischief. Jeremy Piven engages in a ferociously hot sex scene that meant a lot to the twelve year old version of me. Unfortunately, the fun night turns tragic when Tina accidentally gets a gruesome death involving a shower hook. What follows is a series of horrific events in which nobody can stop screaming, characters go completely insane, innocent people are butchered in very cruel and unusual ways, and then Cameron Diaz gets involved and ends up turning an already very ugly situation into an even uglier situation in a way that is rather Shakespearian, at least in my opinion. Nobody has a good time and (very) bad things happen to every single one of the characters. Ultimately, the goal of the film is to try and top itself every time it doesn't seem like it can't get any worse. It succeeds in spades at pulling this off, but in my opinion it comes at the price of the actual humor of the picture. I'm not quite sure what it was about this movie that deterred me so greatly from its ugly material. I love dark humor, and in my opinion a dark comedy should ALWAYS try and go out of its way to push itself to the far corners of human depravity and cruelty. There was just something, however, about this film that is inherently not funny, and I cannot put my finger on it.
Very Bad Things does all of these things, but for some reason it just doesn't work for me. And no, its not because of the supposed racial implications of the screenplay pointed out in Roger (god rest his soul) Ebert's hugely negative review. In my opinion, those aspects don't exist. No, I have come to the, unfortunate, opinion that the film just doesn't make me laugh because it is (god I hate to use this phrase) not my kind of film. There is something that I just do not find funny about it. It might be the tone, it might be the approach, it might be the characters, it might just simply be all three at once. I don't know. I don't think the movie is badly made in the least. I think its a good movie that deserves the audience that it has, and honestly I don't think it's a painful film to sit through at all. I'll watch it any day of the week if someone wants me to, and I won't mind doing it. I'm just not going to find myself laugh much. I'll chuckle at a few parts. There's a scene involving the proper way to bury a body that I find kind of charming in its weirdness, but I can't really bring myself to laugh at it for whatever reason. Laughter is the best medicine, but I think this film would have worked better as just a straight horror movie. I know many folks who would strongly disagree though. I know a woman who is almost sixty years old, a very sweet and gentle older woman who loves animals and people and children, and she has told me straight on that she saw Very Bad Things in the theater and that it is her number one favorite comedy and one of her favorite movies of all time. This film has an audience, and its audience will always love it. I, however, cannot be privileged enough to be a part of that audience, and I feel kind of bad about it.