Buena Vista Pictures
John Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, William H. Macy, Tichina Arnold
Words like 'revoltingâ?� and 'contemptibleâ?� do little justice to this offensive biker comedy. City Slickers
without the intelligence or chemistry, Wild Hogs
follows four pseudo-macho stereotypes: a hideous man-child (Tim Allen, wretched as usual), a pussy-whipped wisecracker (Martin Lawrence), a broke lawyer (John Travolta) and a computer nerd (William H. Macy). They intend to solve their boo-hoo midlife crises with a motorcycle road trip, where they encounter 'realâ?� bikers led by thuggish Ray Liotta, who ' what else? ' doesn't take kindly to the suburban poseurs. Their mission becomes saving a sleepy town from Liotta's rough-riding hecklers, but not after engaging in an unending cycle of gay-panic and object-collides-with-testicles jokes and some laughable moments of maudlin sincerity, all to a soundtrack that regurgitates without irony every song that's ever been in any motorcycle movie in film history. The chauvinistic oaf, the bug-eyed sitcom caricature and the Scientologist have rarely succeeded at picking decent material, but the once-venerable Macy's presence is a depressing mystery. At least this turd will go over well with homophobes.