By Justin Winters
Staff Writer
1 1/2 stars
Just when you thought it was safe to venture back into theaters after the odorous atrocities of "It's Pat" and "Superstar" had been cleared, the latest "Saturday Night Live" skit-turned-movie "The Ladies Man" has landed.
And, boy oh boy, is it the bomb, or a bomb if you catch my hip lingo.
Just retired from the variety show, after years of being ridiculed as the constant "man in the mooshpot" of "Saturday Night Live"'s duck-duck-goose catapult to stardom, Tim Meadows tries his darnedest to make his signature character Leon Phelps, a.k.a "The Ladies Man," a Wayne or Garth success rather than a Deuce Bigalow afterthought.
Well, Deuce, make room on the couch for "The Ladies Man," because he is as distressingly boring as a weekday night without a Davis Library masturbatory controversy, a football game without mini pompoms or even a quiet evening alone with Al Gore.
Meadows plays Chicago's Howard Stern of love, Leon Phelps, a radio host whose constant chatter about "problems with the wang" and "funky butt love" often get him in trouble with the Federal Communications Commission. His free time is spent hanging out at the "Cheers"-esque pub down the street and working his strange voodoo appeal on oft-married young ladies, who he always calls his "Sweet Thang."