As the two snooze, the crate is hauled aboard the S.S. Intercontinental . This luxury liner carries a motley crew for its transatlantic crossing. It'd take real genius to organize all of these various orders of people into a farce, so Tucci can't really be held entirely responsible for failing. Using blackouts and title cards, he tries to shuffle scenes around, for tag-team comedy. If every other sketch worked, the film might be passable, but not even every fourth or fifth episode delivers a laugh.
Scenes trail off into nothingness and gags fall flat.
The various disguises the passengers assume don't bring out the hoped-for hidden comedy. For example, Oliver Platt is not funnier when he's made up in drag. Platt is too scary to play a sweet oaf. Tucci, smaller, harmless, is probably weary of being typecast as weasels in other people's movies. Tucci piles in a huge cast for this loosely written, uncoagulated farce.