Long before the Kardashians or Trump press conferences, there was hate-watching. And it wasn’t just on TV. It could take place at a cineplex near you.
Pauly Shore brought it to the culture, to the movies and to a Blockbuster Video near you.
Now the 52 year-old star of “Son in Law,” “Bio-Dome,” “Jury Duty” and so many other abominations during a heyday that lasted longer than anybody could have imagined is back — on Netflix at least. That’s a good place for “Guest House,” a Lionsgate comedy about a renter who refuses to leave, the latest “tenant from Hell.”
It’s “Pacific Heights” without the edge, “Neighbors” without the fun or laughs. But stick around. A half hour in, his character gets hit with the haymaker we’ve all been craving lo these many years.
Sarah and Blake, played by Aimee Teegarden of TV’s “Friday Night Lights,” and Mike Castle of TV’s “Brews Brothers” are a young couple looking to buy a house. Checking out this roomy ranch-style with a big pool earns a “Shut up and take our money” to the realtor.
There’s a catch. There’s this guy living in the guest house behind the pool. Randy Cockfield (Shore) is hedonism itself, imbibing every drug known to humanity and right in front of them as they poke their noses into the cluttered bordello of collectibles he’s made out of their pool house.
But he’ll be gone in a month and it’ll be fine. Sure.
Randy quickly shows himself to be the poster child for California’s notorious “tenant’s rights laws.”
Somehow, Randy is meant to be charming enough to get them to postpone that “move-out date.” He’s supposed to be engaging enough to sweet talk a cop out of a jam. And Shore, decades removed from his catch-phrases and little hiccuping line readings, can’t manage that. Not for a second.
What Randy has, along with Tommy Lee’s “Sex Swing,” is a lot of stuff that Blake might have dabbled in back in the day. Now, he works at Shredd Industries, a skateboarding company run by a gonzo guy played by Steve-O. But Randy’s offer of a little toke, a little toot, is too much to pass up.
That raucous pool-party/orgie that Randy is throwing that Blake’s supposed to go down and break up? He ends up joining in and getting arrested.
Of course you know this means war.
There’s nudity and drugs and booze and lots of “trust fund kids” and “Go back to Marin County” insults for the Sarah and Blake, who’re plainly buying this place with the help of her Blake-hating Daddy (Billy Zane).
There are cameos by assorted Jackasses, and Chris Kattan and Lou Ferrigno Jr. (Yup.).
And nothing in this raunchy romp through excess registers or delivers a laugh. Shore is still annoying, but funny never figures into it.
Nothing is repeated, so it’s not useful as a drinking game movie either.
It’s just here for those who miss Mitzi Shore’s son on screen, somebody to hate watch for 84 minutes of your life that you will never get back.
MPA Rating: R for strong crude sexual content, drug use, graphic nudity and language throughout
Cast: Pauly Shore, Aimee Teegarden, Mike Castle, Billy Zane, Steve-O
Credits: Directed by Sam Macaroni, script by Sean Bishop, Troy Duffy. A Lionsgate film on Netflix.
Running time: 1:24