There are dreadful movies we watch simply because in being so awful there is a redeeming factor in seeing them through to the end. These movies are often termed ‘campy’ and reward the viewer despite the embarrassment they were ever made. Blonde and Blonder is no such a movie. Dreadful from start to finish, it is a sad vehicle for Pamela Anderson’s breasts and ego. Worse, director Dean Hamilton and writers Gerry Anderson and Rolfe Kanefsky in trying to be funny only succumb in being mean, obnoxious and insulting. Anderson’s breasts star as Dee Twiddle to Denise Richard’s Dawn St. Dom, two blondes with nary a brain betwixt them, who end up getting confused as international mob killers. While the film does have high production value (a compliment I’m using to find at least one redeeming thing to say here), Blonde and Blonder is an embarrassment to every single person involved in its production. And is often the fact with such tripe, sadly, a sequel is currently in the works.
My rating 1 out of 10.
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