After Rob Schneider's last two no-brow comedies ("The Hot Chick" and "The Animal") underperformed at the box office, he couldn't get work outside of his requisite cameos in Adam Sandler flicks. So he sat down with his buddies and wrote a sequel to "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo," his last hit, based on the ludicrous notion that there are lonely women out there desperate enough to pay to have sex with him.
Due entirely to its gratuitous political incorrectness, that movie eked out a few good chuckles, which is more than can be said for "Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo," which is not just laughless, but downright boring and entirely dependent on every character being an imbecile in order for the plot to advance. Although, I did get through it without being overwhelmed by the urge strangle myself, so the movie has that going for it.
This time around witless, troll-like Deuce is in Copenhagen (insert dozens of obvious, telegraphed legal pot and prostitution jokes here), where the inept cops can't figure out who's killing all of Europe's top "man-whores." Taking matters into his own hands, he has to date -- as bait -- a series of mutant female suspects (insert dozens of obvious, telegraphed physical-deformity cheap-shots here).
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