May 22, 1998 at 04:00 AM EDT

This is one of those comedies so painfully misguided and unfunny that you’re liable to strain muscles in your neck from all the wincing. The elder Robert Downey, who directed and cowrote this fiasco, seems to presume that eccentricity is hilarious per se, and so we get McDowell raving incoherently about Penn’s tacky shoes and Downey Jr. babbling in an accent of unknown origin. All this plus a girl named Hugo (Milano). So what is Hugo Pool about, you ask? I couldn’t tell you with a gun to my head. F

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