Michael figures out he needs to win the Tomcats bet, which started off as a modest sum but has accrued into half a million dollars after maturation in a mutual fund. So he devises a plan to get Brenner, his last competitor, to finally put a ring on someone's finger. Excessively wrought-out physical comedy thus ensues, and you can expect to see, among other things, someone eat a cancerous and grotesquely metastasized testicle. The production team is successfully self-effacing and they contribute nothing to the movie. There are neither interesting sounds nor pretty pictures to make the movie even slightly worth six bucks.
Special effects go as far as a lactating breast and a newborn baby with an adult face.
Tomcats is Poirier's feature directorial debut, but other writing credits include equally mind-numbing films like 2001's See Spot Run and 1994's The Stranger. If you're a fan of XXX pornography, then Tomcats would be a delightfully tame evening at the movies. There's one especially embarrassing instance where six men, three sporting mullets and each wielding a monstrously large erection, stand one behind the other in front of an altar. A bookish librarian and her decrepit, crocheting grandmother transform into ruthless dominatrices at nightfall.