I shouldn't even dignify this nonsense with a review so know that I do this
only to keep innocent people out of theaters. There is not a socioeconomic,
political, ethnic or gender group that is left unoffended by "The Pest."
David Bar Katz takes co-producer/screenwriter credits but admits (or defends
himself) that "it's a chance for John to do what he does best: play
on the set." Maybe star John Leguizamo needs a baby-sitter. He was
superb in "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar" and
electrifying in "William Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet," but
maybe his agent should make sure he sticks to movies with long names.
As a Latino hustler, Leguizamo gets conned into being hunted by a Neo-Nazi
and his gay son. The potty jokes, the vomit jokes, the gay jokes, the Nazi
jokes, and the African jokes are beyond explanation. This isn't a Mel Brooks
kind of right up to the edge humor. This is over the edge, around the bend
and through the pass. One of the reasons for Leguizamo's free hand may
be due to his co-producer credits or his past association with Katz on TV's
'House of Buggin'. And don't expect restraint from director Paul Miller
who makes his feature film debut after twenty years directing 'Saturday
Night Live,' 'In Living Color' and 'The Ben Stiller Show.' Don't even ask
about the executive producers. Just stay away from this drivel. Rated
PG-13 from Tristar.