A filthy rich businessman bets a corporate rival that he can live on the streets of L.A. without the comforts of home or money, which proves to be tougher than he thought.
Along with Where The Heart Is, Down And Out In Beverly Hills and The Fisher King, this Mel Brooks vehicle proposes that the only true wisdom to be found in materialist America is among the homeless alcoholics society has rejected.
Brooks plays a zillionaire who bets he can live on the streets and instantly forgets about cell-phones, sharp suits and credit cards to learn the simple pleasures of life among smelly, good-hearted folks.
Aside from one dance sequence with Lesley Ann Warren and the bad-guy performance of Jeffrey Tambor, Life Stinks finds all the old Brooks magic truly scraped away, and is entirely offensive to boot.
Life stinks, Brooks' character stinks and the film, after all the Brooks magic in the past, stinks.