Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star | Film review

BUCKY BRONCO Swardson and Ricci take a romantic ride.

Photo Credit: John Ales

Bucky Larson lives a sheltered life. Growing up in Iowa, he’s never seen sushi or convertibles, and he doesn’t understand complex concepts like birth control or English language slang. Nevertheless, when Bucky (Nick Swardson) learns his parents were porn stars, he heads to Hollywood to enter the family business. Born to Be a Star isn’t funny, but maybe that’s the point. After all, its hero becomes an adult film icon despite his big buck teeth and a little problem with premature ejaculation. So perhaps the inept humor is just one facet of a larger tribute to ineptitude—a cinematic celebration of inadequacy.

Oh, who am I kidding? This movie is dire, soul-crushing stuff. The screenplay, by Swarsdon, Adam Sandler and Allen Covert, is just a series of lame put-downs about Bucky’s teeth (they’re so big!) and genitals (they’re so little!), occasionally interrupted by the bracing sight of Swarsdon feigning a screeching, spastic orgasm and ejaculating everywhere. Every paid admission should include a T-shirt that reads, i saw bucky larson and all i got was this dead feeling inside.