This movie is a classic low farce ... which is becoming a lost art in this age of political correctness. I thought this art had died with Benny Hill, the British cult comedian; thankfully, Jaime Pressly had the "ovarios" (=female "cojones")to have a stab at it.
The editor of a struggling fashion magazine hires a ditzy consultant (Pressly) to stage a tropical "shoot" with the world's top five supermodels. What no one knows is ... the "shoot" is going to be just that, with results reminiscent of "Airplane!" and Monty Python.
Everyone in the cast clearly had fun making it; it features egotistical, mentally unstable models, hilariously "asexual" photographers, and crusading lesbians. It lampoons the fashion/publishing world with the sort of crude humour that everyone (except the completely brainwashed) indulges in secretly these days, and along the way takes pot shots at everything from rap music to self-help culture to neo-naziism, not forgetting at least one sitting US Senator. Anyone who doesn't find any laughs here needs to be condemned to eternity with Garrison Keillor, Rosie O'Donnell, and Al Franken.
The editor of a struggling fashion magazine hires a ditzy consultant (Pressly) to stage a tropical "shoot" with the world's top five supermodels. What no one knows is ... the "shoot" is going to be just that, with results reminiscent of "Airplane!" and Monty Python.
Everyone in the cast clearly had fun making it; it features egotistical, mentally unstable models, hilariously "asexual" photographers, and crusading lesbians. It lampoons the fashion/publishing world with the sort of crude humour that everyone (except the completely brainwashed) indulges in secretly these days, and along the way takes pot shots at everything from rap music to self-help culture to neo-naziism, not forgetting at least one sitting US Senator. Anyone who doesn't find any laughs here needs to be condemned to eternity with Garrison Keillor, Rosie O'Donnell, and Al Franken.