Poolboy: Drowning Out the Fury

Poolboy is not a movie. It is a hungry, deformed maw in the middle of a void where comedy comes to die, eternally gnashing. Poolboy is the hunchbacked conductor of a symphony consisting only of the audience's groans and painful, awkward silences. In a universe filled with wonder and beauty, Poolboy is a malevolent entity that horribly warps all it touches. It is the Anti-Funny equation. If the Creator Of Everything finally dies, his last whisper will consist of two words: "Fuck Poolboy".

No just.... no... This movie infuriated me; it was so unfunny that I was on the verge throwing myself out of the window. Maybe this was the reason why I've got 'The Eternal Scowl' on my face

Saint James Street James is the greatest filmmaker ever to get his first hand job from a clown in his youth. Kevin Sorbo and Danny Trejo have lots of fun with all of the casual racism, and the meta aspects of a filmmaker presenting a lost film make sure it never gets boring. I can't wait to see the director's next film, FDR: American Badass. A 3.9 on IMDB? All these negative reviews here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

As a parody of the racial politics of crappy US action movies (and TV, for those who remember that THE A TEAM were mostly defeating a different set of racial stereotypes each week) this was way better than I expected.