Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector
I predict that 100 percent of Larry the Cable Guy fans will love Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector. I predict they will cheer for every precious cubic inch of methane that escapes the Blue Collar comic’s walrusy glutes. (The total comes to approximately 4,000 cubic yards.) I predict they will repeat the line ”Y’ever fart s’hard yer back cracks?” as if it were ”Show me the money.”
And I applaud them. As an expat redneck, I recognize the deep, dumb need of every group for its own culturally customized minstrel show. Larry, a junker ”star” vehicle run on arse wind and fan love, fills that niche. Need I explain the plot? It’s all there in the title: Septic bubba inspects fancy restaurants (which are exclusively patronized, the enlightened script suggests, by rich Jews). Flatulence ensues. Flock to the theaters, my necklings: This is a whiteface tour de farts you won’t want to miss!