The Film Studio Synopsis: Pistachio Disguisey (Dana Carvey), a sweet-natured Italian waiter at his father Fabbrizio’s (James Brolin) restaurant, can’t figure out why he compulsively mimics his customers and desires to change his appearance. What he doesn’t know yet is that these traits are part of the Disguisey family secret legacy. Fabbrizio has never told his son that he comes from a long line of masters of disguise able to mask themselves as almost anyone or anything by harnessing the great power of “Energico.” Such a talent makes Fabbrizio the kidnapping target of his former arch-enemy Devlin Bowman (Brent Spiner), a criminal mastermind with a plot to steal the world’s most precious treasures. At first Pistachio is not very effective as he attempts to control his inherited power, but soon, with the help of beautiful assistant Jennifer (Jennifer Esposito), he’s spinning through a manic blur of eccentric characterizations in an attempt to track down Devlin Bowman and save his parents. But will this new Master of Disguise be too late?
Good: The only thing positive is that the film is only eighty minutes.
Bad: What isn’t bad about this movie? The beginning drags and drags and drags and you start to wonder, where the hell are the disguises? We get thirty minutes into this tired film and you’re half asleep.
“Am I not turtley enough for the turtle club?” If you thought that was funny for one second as you watched a commercial for this film then be forewarned, that is perhaps the most asinine thing I’ve seen in a film as of late. It’s completely pointless, lacks any entertaining qualities and is just downright stupid. Even children wouldn’t find this funny, I know because children there didn’t find it funny. As for the rest of the disguises, well Carvey isn’t Rich Little, not that Little was the king of comedy, but Carvey is not a great impressionist. He sure thinks he is, someone at Columbia thought he was, and Adam Sandler must have felt the same, as he was the Executive Producer on the project. Well they were all wrong, and how.
Frankly: The Master of Disguise is like a Saturday Night Live skit that goes awfully wrong but they can’t stop until someone laughs at the punch line. Well the laugh never comes and it seems the ending won’t either. If I could have walked out I would have, but my job calls for me to suffer for my work and suffer I did.
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