The groaning pills and pot gags, the bad puns, the middle-aged paunches.
Yes, Broken Lizard is back, 17 years after the “How lowbrow can we go?” success (ahem) of “Super Troopers,” the aging comedy ensemble, beloved by stoners, have crowd-funded their way back onto the big screen.
The “Club Dread” kids — not really — are older farts making fart jokes now, slapping together another slapstick farce about cops behaving badly for the adoration of frat boys everywhere.
The core of their corps — Jay Chandrasekhar, Kevin Heffernan, Steve Lemme, Paul Soter and Erik Stolhanske — is none the worse for wear, and still willing to let it all hang out in “Super Troopers 2,” an international incident of a comedy about Vermont cops getting jurisdiction over a little corner of the scenic Northeast that syrup-slurping Moose Heads have long called Canada.
The governor (Lynda Carter) explains how St. Georges du Laurent is actually American property, now. The chief (Brian Cox) leads the re-hired misfits fired so long ago for “The Fred Savage Incident” to “temporarily” take charge of a French Canadian town none too happy to lose its identity, its Pepe le Pew accents and access to National Health Care, Tim Horton’s and “Hockey Night in Canada.”
Or as they, led by their ex-hockey-player mayor (Rob Lowe) put it, you can stick your “Make America Great Again” where the Midnight Sun don’t shine.
“Weaker beer,” worse healthcare and zero gun laws is what the Yanks are offering, so the “Canuckleheads” say. And what’re they to lose? Aside from Rush and Barenaked Ladies?
A trio of disgruntled Mounties (Tyler Labine, Will Sasso and Hayes MacArthur) are aboot t’be kicked oot on their keisters. So hard feelings all around, eh?
The Canadians have Emmanuelle Chriqui as a cultural attache (Hey, a gal’s gotta work between “Fast and Furious” paydays) and that generally sunny Canadian way, always saying “Sow-ry” even when nothing is their fault.
The Americans steal their uniforms and run out ruining their reputations, pulling over tourists and unloading a string of French gibberish at them, as if the interlopers don’t speak the language.
“Frere Jacques grey poupon eau de TOILETTE! Ratatouille sacre croissant!”
I did laugh, here and there, at the endless “Mexican” gags aimed at Indian-American Jay Chandrasekhar, at Steve Lemme’s amusingly abrasive “Womack,” a comic actor of the Jimmy Fallon school — always on the brink of breaking-up in mid-scene.
The over-the-top blowhard Farva (Kevin Heffernan) tries ever so hard it’d be rude not to giggle at him, maybe twice.
But so many of the gags let the strain show. This stuff is seriously played, as in “R-rated comedy has passed you by.” Pill-paralyzed guy wheels his “Rascal” into a stack of bottles at a supermarket? Heat vision goggles revealing flatulence? The weary Canuck jokes? After “The Hangover” and “Bridesmaids,” after “Saturday Night Live” and for that matter, “How I Met Your Mother,” none of this stuff seems fresh, new, rude or that “politically incorrect.”
Cox blows his stack with skill, but the “plot” is a non-starter, the drug gags — female hormone pill jokes, a pot smoking band bus opener with Seann William Scott and whatever Wayans is still working these days playing the cops — past its expiration date.
Drug jokes are for the young, or the very very old. Plump middle-aged guys dyeing their hair to tell them? That’s just sad.
But never mind that. If you’re still into that, mazeltov. Go and be happy. Just designate a driver, stoners. You, like your heroes, aren’t as young and irresponsible as you used to be.
MPAA Rating:R for crude sexual content and language throughout, drug material and some graphic nudity
Cast: Broken Lizard, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Rob Lowe, Brian Cox, Lynda Carter, Seann William Scott, Clifton Collins, Jr.
Credits:Directed by Jay Chandrasekhar , script by Jay Chandrasekhar, Kevin Heffernan, Steve Lemme, Paul Soter, Erik Stolhanske
A Fox Searchlight release.
Running time: 1:30