Amy (Hamilton) and John (Johnson) are about to become engaged, and in deciding to be completely honest with her husband-to-be, reveals a bizarre sexual indiscretion she experienced while she was in college. All the clichés of "I feel like I can tell you a
Word has it this black comedy was written in three days, funded by its crew for $50,000 and shot in just over two weeks. It’d be a lot easier to laud the efforts of Bobcat Goldthwaite (Police Academy) and co., however, if they’d produced a better product.
It’s good to see the former stand-up still pricking Hollywood’s sentimental pretensions, but Sleeping Dogs remains a technical shambles. Taking the cliché that total honesty is always the best policy and giving it a good slap is a great idea, but soon loses steam, while lax editing and an appalling audio track make the flabby screenplay feel positively obese. A pity — this would have been a dynamite 40-minute short.
You can rely on Goldthwaite to demolish sentimental notions with the power of a force ten gale, but clumsy filmmaking seriously hampers his idea's own effectiveness, resulting in a rather plodding black comedy.