The Reviews Are Trickling In. And It Doesn't Suck.

Trailer Park Boys: The Movie is set to become the top-grossing Canadian film of all time. And if that doesn't happen, it will at least eclipse the current canon of FUBAR, Porky's and Strange Brew as the most internationally accessible piece of Canadian celluloid out there. With Ivan Reitman (you may have heard of Ghostbusters) producing, Clatterburg's motley crew of guttersnipes is poised for an accompanying distribution deal of the 7 seasons of hilarious TV shows. They are currently talking to three major networks - including Showtime. The stipulation so far has been that it has to be sold somewhere on cable so they don't have to edit out all the swearing, which is why many feel it didn't fare better on BBC America 2 years ago. Bleeps just aren't as funny as creative lines like: "Knock knock, Who's there? Fuck off", obviously.



The soundtrack they've put together is impressive, and should make a mint all by itself. And, like on the TV show, Canadian musician cameos are in full-effect. "two already avowed Trailer Park fans, Rush's Alex Lifeson and the Tragically Hip's Gord Downie — unrecognizable beneath cheesy moustaches — as a couple of gung-ho cops." That is definitely worth the price of a ticket right there. I will post reviews as I find them over the weekend. Things are looking good so far, and don't think there aren't critics in Canada who'd love to see this movie fail. These reviews will be fair.

Toronto Star: *** - There is even time for a little character development — actual, almost heartwarming romance, even.

Ottawa Citizen: *** - The dignity is the surprise in Trailer Park Boys ... most of the time. Julian is the large man who carries a constant glass of rum-and-Coke, even when he goes to the bar ("I brought this from home," he explains).

Globe and Mail: ** 1/2 - Where it works, brilliantly on occasion, is at the edges (the best lines arrive as tossed-off asides) and in the performances of a cast who have lived with these characters long enough to capture them intimately, and to convey their strange blend of weirdness and familiarity.