Tooth Fairy 2

The impetus behind Tooth Fairy 2 seems to be that since Larry the Cable Guy is a fat, hairy, monster-truck-rally-watching slob, it's hilarious to see him in a tutu with pink spandex. And while I can't say that watching a sweaty redneck run, dance and jiggle about – often in slow motion, to capture every roll and fold with maximum pornographic perversion – incites much laughter, it's interesting that he's ostensibly objectified as a passive object by a camera gazing at his body in the same manner as Michael Bay with Megan Fox, or that blonde that replaced her. The distinction seems to be only that of said gaze, wherein interchangeable Ken and Barbie doll archetypes, acting as sexual stimulus for the status quo, are so ubiquitous that anyone falling outside of that box, being similarly objectified, acts as rudimentary comedy. In my opinion, the only thing funny here is that people are so astoundingly undiscerning, assimilative and insecure without realizing it. That can be said for this misguided sequel as well, seeing as the first Tooth Fairy was borderline unwatchable. Here, the distinction is really that of casting, as there's more of a "Get 'er done" mentality to the hijinks and shenanigans on display, as Larry sneaks into the bedrooms of small children to take their teeth in the middle of the night. There's a subplot about him trying to win back the affections of his shrill girlfriend, Brooke (Erin Beaute), from evil political wannabe Beauregard (David Mackey) that suggests the way to a woman's heart is through adhering to her every ridiculous whim while repressing any idea of self. It's generic, misogynist crap, much like this movie, which reaches its comic heights when Larry feeds a pig (that later flies) tainted moon pies to make it sleep. Seemingly, the only parties that might enjoy this film are those looking to watch a fat man eat a bucket of chicken while acting exaggeratedly goofy for no apparent reason. We'll call these folks Bobcat Goldthwaite fans for the 21st Century. Included with the DVD are an abundance of mini-supplements on making the film, Larry's kooky behaviour and the casting of a pig, which all add up to a single, awkward "Making of."