Willard Fillmore (Norm Macdonald), the abused and under-appreciated chauffeur to Miss Crock (Elaine Stritch), a mean employer, has devised a foolproof plan for revenge. Along with his hotheaded best friend Rusty (Dave Chappelle), he will kidnap the nasty woman’s prized pooch, holding it ransom. But when the dog escapes, Miss Crock mistakenly comes to the conclusion that it’s her chauffeur who’s been kidnapped.
Flustered, the guys try to cover their tracks by employing a creepy mortician, Grover Cleaver (Danny DeVito), but he only triples their problems. The confusion escalates out of control, resulting in a comedy of errors.
I forget, isn’t a comedy supposed to be funny? What little attempt there is at humor in this screenplay, if you could call it that, relies on either crude, mean-spirited, crude, sexually suggestive, crude, imbecilic, or just plain uncouth material. Oh, and did I mention that it’s crude? I found the characters charmless, dim-witted, and anti-social. Let’s stop beating around the bush; I just didn’t like this film.