My name is Bruce is the mathematical equivalent to The Three Amigos, Tropic Thunder, and well… any other Bruce Campbell movie summed together. Just not as funny.
When country-bumpkin kid accidentally summons the Japanese god of war and bean curd (yes you read that right) he can think of nobody better to fend of the evil monster than his long-time hero: Bruce Campbell. Campbell has to be kidnapped to be brought to the town, but once there thinks he’s shooting another B rated movie where the cameras are hidden, ala Tropic Thunder. Naturally Campbell eventually discovers that there is no movie being shot, that the monster is real, and hilarity ensues. At least it’s supposed to.
Campbell ends up running away, only to be summoned back to face the monster through a sudden change of heart when he learns the adoring fan is going to attempt to conquer the monster on his own, ala Three Amigos.
Directed by Campbell himself, the My Name is Bruce takes every conceivable shot at the washed up actor and the film making industry as whole. He drinks, he swears, he hits on trans-gendered women.
Stylistically it’s right on par with every other Bruce Campbell movie you’ve even seen; complete with all the cheesy, horror-movie cliche moments you’d expect — including a scene with a shoulder angel and devil — and has one of the worst endings to any movie I’ve ever seen. But I think that was the ending they were going for… so that’s a good thing?
My Name is Bruce just wasn’t very good. You could have put all of Campbell’s one liners from the movie in a bathroom reader, and I might have enjoyed that more. If you’re a fan, check it out for a few chuckles; otherwise, take a pass. Final score: 4/10.
C'me on guys... my movie isn't that bad.
February 7, 2010
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