The joke's on you

Rating: 1/10 (9 November 2009)

The biggest insult of this film is that Grant Heslov and Peter Straughan (both of whom deserve to be spanked), along with their sad, uninspired clot of actors, apparently expect you to take this hogwash seriously. Apparently they believed that audiences, like the goats of the title, would be unable to resist the mind-control of a manic nutcase with a scorching case of megalomania. If you leave the theater being able to answer the question, "What was the point of this movie?" please write and tell me. Better yet, write and tell the director, because he's even more clueless than I am. The actors in this nonsense are literally all over the place, flailing around without the slightest idea whether they're appearing in a comedy, a farce, or a drama (and if what George Clooney is doing in this film is "acting," I ought to be earning a cool 20 mil every time I walk out of the house, too). More than a few of the scenes have all the hallmarks of "improvised" moments in which nobody knew in what direction to take the film, so they decided to throw in an explosion or a fight or a flashback. What it is, is unadulterated dreck, a colossal flop that ought never to have been released. "The events in this film are truer than you could possibly imagine" says the legend that follows the opening credits. I'd have put it another way: "This film is the product of a night of serious drug-abuse, only we forgot that what seems genius when you're high is incompressible drivel when you wake up the next day. Too late though: You've already paid us."