The Naked Gun

Oh, for fuck's sake, let's dive into this gem, "The Naked Gun," a classic from the annals of slapstick comedy that’s as absurd as it is brilliant. Released in 1988, this film is a spin-off from the TV show "Police Squad!" and it's a riot from start to finish, directed by the king of spoof, David Zucker. The film stars Leslie Nielsen as the bumbling and utterly clueless Lieutenant Frank Drebin, who manages to fuck up just about everything while somehow getting the job done. It's pure comedic gold.

This flick is packed with visual gags, one-liners that hit you like a sack of bricks, and comedic timing that’s sharper than a goddamn tack. It parodies the hell out of the crime and police procedural genres, turning what should be dramatic moments into circus acts that you can’t help but laugh at. The deadpan delivery by Nielsen is what really drives it home, making you wonder how the hell anyone could deliver those lines without bursting into laughter.

Now, here’s the kicker: despite being a comedy, “The Naked Gun” series offers a look at how parody and satire can be used to criticize or mock real-life issues and genres, without the audience needing to give a serious fuck about the themes or the underlying messages. It’s a testament to the idea that sometimes the best way to deal with the absurdity of life is to laugh at it. So, if you haven’t watched it, pull your head out of your ass and enjoy the genius of Zucker and Nielsen. It’s a lesson in comedy that doesn’t take itself too seriously, which is a fucking breath of fresh air in a world full of serious, overanalysed bullshit.

The Naked Gun 2½

Alright, strap in because "The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear" is another riotous chapter in the saga of Frank Drebin, the detective who’s as smooth as sandpaper on your ass. Released in 1991, this sequel doubles down on the slapstick and nonsense that made the first film a cult classic.

This time around, the plot, if you can fucking call it that without laughing, revolves around Drebin screwing around in the energy industry, trying to thwart a plan to replace renewable energy with nuclear power. It’s a transparently thin setup for a barrage of jokes, slapstick, and all-around idiocy that somehow works brilliantly. The film mocks everything from environmental policies to political incompetence, without giving a single shit about subtlety or realism. It’s like watching a trainwreck that you can’t help but find hilarious.

Leslie Nielsen, as Frank Drebin, continues to deliver lines with that iconic deadpan style, making you wonder how the hell the man keeps a straight face. The film's humour comes from its absurd exaggerations and visual puns, which are so goddamn stupid they’re genius. The filmmakers throw in everything but the kitchen sink, making fun of film tropes, political figures, and even the audience's expectations.

It’s a fucking masterclass in not taking anything seriously, teaching us all to laugh a bit more at the ridiculousness of life and film. It’s not just a comedy; it's a sneaky bastard of a satire wrapped in a clown suit. If you’re looking for deep, meaningful cinema, then you’ve taken a wrong turn and need to backtrack fast. But if you want to turn your brain off and let the chaos wash over you like a wave of pure, unadulterated joy, then “The Naked Gun 2½” is your ticket to paradise. Or hell, depending on your taste in humour. Either way, buckle up, dickhead, because it’s a wild ride.

The Naked Gun 33⅓

Oh, holy hell, here we go! "The Naked Gun 33⅓: The Final Insult," the third and thankfully final installment of this ridiculous series, hit the screens in 1994, continuing the tradition of Frank Drebin leaving a trail of chaos wherever the fuck he goes. This film, it’s like they just said, "Fuck it, let’s throw everything at the wall and see what sticks."

The plot—if you’re still caring about plots in this series—centres around Drebin coming out of retirement to infiltrate a gang planning a major terrorist attack at the Academy Awards. Yes, it’s as ludicrous as it sounds, with the Academy Awards serving as a backdrop for some of the most insane and balls-out humor you can imagine. They parody everything from prison life to "The Untouchables" and even manage to toss in some digs at the film industry itself, which is like watching an elephant try to ballet dance—awkward but you can’t look away.

Nielsen is back in his element, delivering puns and visual gags with the precision of a drunken surgeon. The film is stuffed with cameo appearances, including some by actual Hollywood stars who appear equally amused and embarrassed to be there. It’s a clusterfuck of comedy that feels like it's constantly on the verge of falling apart, yet somehow holds together, probably with spit and baling wire.

By the time you get to the third movie, you should fucking know what you’re in for: it’s more of the same but turned up to 11. If you loved the first two films, you’ll probably giggle like a schoolkid through this one. If not, you’ll likely want to punch yourself in the face for sitting through it. It’s a film that embodies the "go big or go home" ethos, for better or worse.

So, if you’re ready for more absurdity and have the mental fortitude to handle the barrage of nonsense, “The Naked Gun 33⅓” is ready to take you on a wild, ridiculous ride that doesn’t give two shits about dignity or subtlety. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a food fight: messy, childish, and somehow, amidst all the chaos, a hell of a lot of fun. Just don’t expect a gourmet meal—you’re getting a face full of pie, and you better damn well like it.