Want to see a pair of breasts with pimp-size nipple rings? Want to see an ear get shorn off along with a haircut? Want to see a guy attach used pubic waxings to his face in order to go incognito? If your answer to the aforementioned questions is “No,” save yourself from seeing SAY IT ISN’T SO.
But for all of you who love sick and twisted (not to mention stupid) humor, here’s the dish. Gilly Noble (Klein), a simpleton dogcatcher, falls in love with local beautician Jo Wingfield (Graham), whose hairstyles look like something out of the Time Warp. These two crazy kids begin their storybook romance until a phone call from Gilly’s PI rends the fantasy. The real story turns out that Jo’s mother, Valdine (Field) is also Gilly’s mommy too. A little closer than kissing cousins, Jo flees Beaver (yes, that’s the trite name of the town) and Gilly moves in with his new family as the laughing stock of the whole town.
Sixteen months later a knock on the door announces the arrival of Valdine’s true son, who was put up for adoption. Discovering the error, Gilly sets off to reclaim his beloved hairstylist. Already settled as a bikini-waxer in a new town with a new jerk-off fiancé, Jo does not receive her supposed brother very well. Needless to say more unnecessary plot ensues that reveals even more absurd characters like afroed advisor Dig (Jones), who helps Gilly break up Jo’s wedding.
Too bad the Farrelly brothers didn’t do more than produce this film—this half-baked creation might have been better if they’d have stayed in the kitchen a little longer. Similar in comedic style to THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY, this younger cast of star hopefuls can’t lay a glove on the seasoned Cameron Diaz and Ben Stiller. This raunchy brand of comedy is starting to go bad, and I wonder when the stench will get too putrid for studios to stand.