A feature version of the popular, long-running Canadian sitcom of the same title, this broad, lowbrow comedy is, if nothing else, proof that the US has no monopoly on white-trash humor.
Longtime buddies Ricky (Robb Wells), Julian (John Paul Tremblay) and Bubbles (Mike Smith) all inhabit the rundown Sunnyvale Trailer Park and dedicate their lives to drinking, drugging and petty crime. Bubbles, a squeaky-voiced nebbish with coke-bottle glasses, lives in a shed teeming with cats and cat tchotchkes, Julian never goes anywhere without a drink in his hand and Ricky, the leader of the pack, lives in his car because his slaggy girlfriend Lucy (Lucy Decoutere) – the mother of his kleptomaniac, chain-smoking 10-year-old, Trinity (Lydia Lawson-Baird) – won't let him back into her trailer unless he gets his act together and starts growing dope again. Ricky concocts a plan to rip off an ATM at the local mall, but the heist is ruined by local idiots Cory and Trevor (Cory Bowles, Michael Jackson). Ricky and Julian go to jail, and once they get out, Ricky finds that Lucy has gotten a boob job and is working at the local gentlemen's club, and has gotten back together with her old girlfriend, Sarah (Sarah Dunsworth). Trailer park manager Mr. Lahey (John Dunsworth) and his assistant, Randy (Patrick Roach), are cracking down on residents who flout Sunnydale's house rules, and are secretly plotting to get Julian, Ricky and Bubbles evicted. Julian finds a stripper girlfriend (Nichole Hiltz) and ropes his buddies into a scheme to steal change from parking meters. It's foolproof, he says, so you know it's not.
The film, like the series, sporadically affects mockumentary mannerisms, the better for Ricky and company to blather their malapropism-studded idiocies directly to the camera. Directed by series regular Mike Clattenburg, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Robb Wells, it's is willfully dumb, tasteless and a little depressing, as comedies about life's obdurate losers often are. leave a comment --Maitland McDonagh