Thanks for the memories!

Excellent but underrated film

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

When watching a movie for the first time, it's pretty important to be open-minded and having 0 expectations for it, to avoid any kind of disappointment and to properly enjoy it. I tried to do that myself with this flick, but it was impossible.I've seen a lot of bad comedies, but this is just another damn level; it's unbelievably awful, beyond bad. Every single thing about it it's incredibly cringe-worthy; the acting, the dialogue, the jokes, the direction, even the soundtrack. Don't get me started on that supermarket scene, so over-the-top and disgusting.Anyone heard that story of that ''E.T. The Extraterrestrial'' video-game that was so bad Atari took all the cartridges and buried them on the desert? Someone should do the same with every copy of this thing.Finally, I wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone. I'm even ashamed to admit that I saw this.

Bleached-blonde photographer Jenny McCarthy (as Rebecca Sommers) is happily hooked-up with hunky model Victor Webster (as Richard). On Hollywood Boulevard's "Walk of Fame", Ms. McCarthy has a tantrum. In a flashback, we see her catch Mr. Webster copulating with another person. McCarthy's nerdy musician friend Eddie Kaye Thomas (as John) goes to retrieve her cameras and urinates on Webster's couch. McCarthy's girlfriends, jive-talking Carmen Electra (as Michelle) and blonde joke Kam Heskin (as Carrie), help her find other sex partners...As a "Playboy" bunny and MTV personality, McCarthy was fine. Her propensity for potty humor reached full bloom (hopefully) with this piece of trash, which was directed by her (then) partner John Asher. They very effectively take away McCarthy's sex appeal. The once attractive Ms. Electra adds a likewise limp (supporting) performance. Although it does absolutely no good, considering the writing and direction, others in the cast and crew accomplish their tasks effectively. You'll want to have the "mute" and "fast forward" buttons handy for this garbage.** Dirty Love (1/05) John Asher ~ Jenny McCarthy, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Carmen Electra, Victor Webster

i can't believe the reviews i read for this movie, obviously you people don't understand the comedy in this movie. you are all taking it as a literal movie, understand this....its COMEDY that means fictional!!! nobody will ever act like she does in this movie, you want to because that's how you feel inside...but you will not act like this...OK???? get off it and get a sense of humor folks!!!! the movie is funny as any stupid comedy out there. i loved all of it, it's one of my favorites....because.....IT'S FUNNY. someone referred to dumb and dumber, very funny movie also but yes fictional. scary movie is funny too because its just dumb humor and that's what this movie is, dumb humor...entertainment...hello

I often find myself morbidly fascinated by movies that have been labeled as "the worst movie of all time." So one evening while searching in vain on Netflix, I decided to give "Dirty Love" a try, having read so many horrible things about it. I knew it probably would be an awful movie, but the question was whether it would be so bad it's good or just simply be bad.This movie seems to fall into the latter category.There's not much to laugh at in this movie whether the comedy be deliberate or unintentional. Everything about this shoddy production reeks of cheapness: bad lighting, bad writing, bad acting, even bad spelling (a scene at an acting audition has a sign that reads "Quite Please" instead of quiet, seriously). All of this creates a perfect storm of badness that comes to a head in the infamous supermarket scene, a scene that would be nauseating if it weren't so laughably fake looking and over the top. The only reason I could find to continue was to see how much worse it could get.One thing that's really noticeable is the bad cinematography. Many scenes come across as being shot in a dark room (even ones in broad daylight) and the lighting is so unflattering to the normally beautiful Jenny McCarthy that her face looks like the surface of the moon here. Kathy Griffin also looks like she's been ridden hard in a dimly lit psychic parlor. I'd have to wonder if bad makeup jobs were partly to blame here since everything else in this movie is poorly done.The rest of the blame for this travesty sadly rests on Ms. McCarthy's shoulders. Her terrible performance is prominently on display since she is the main character. Her acting is wooden and her delivery is so stilted and unnatural that the scenes that call on her to display actual emotion fall flat because she isn't the slightest bit convincing. She would be the worst actress in this movie were it not for some hilariously inept supporting players and the presence of another legendarily bad actress (more on that later).In a movie this collectively bad, it must also be pointed out that she wrote it too. Thus we are treated to bad characterization, bad plot, and bad dialogue for all. The failed relationship which kickstarts the plot (if you can call it that) comes off as shallow as does the heroine's histrionic reactions to it. Part of the failure is that the ex-boyfriend is portrayed as so irredeemably nasty that one wonders what she saw in him in the first place, and since the relationship is reduced to a short opening monologue, we never find out. From there we are treated to a pointless quest by our jilted heroine to find a guy to make him jealous. We all know that such a guy wouldn't care and to hammer it home, she runs into him everywhere she goes. Other classic hallmarks of bad writing are on display here as well: tired old stereotypes, bad date mishaps, the best friend who truly loves the heroine but can't say it, nor can she see it. The worst is when the script tries to force a moral out of McCarthy's ditzy actress friend by having her tell off a movie director who makes prolific use of the casting couch when she spent the entire movie trying to do the same thing herself. I'm not even going to mention the period scene as its absurdity and contrivances speak for themselves, except that it's badly done in every way imaginable, lack of poor taste notwithstanding.Fortunately, Jenny surrounds herself with a supporting cast that is just as bad as she, if not worse, to take some of the heat off. Honorable mentions go to the spastic magician and the "touch my bass" guy. Their performances are so bizarre that they become distracting. However, none of them can hold a candle to the incomparable Carmen Electra. She plays a street thug wannabe(not so unusual), but her actual "performance" would make Tommy Wiseau proud. I will say one thing though: she really tries here. God love her, she tries. To the film's credit, a character does call out her overall silliness.Credit must also be given to a slumming Eddie Kaye Thomas who displays enough acting chops that his scenes temporarily elevate the film. You almost feel sorry for him in that this is what his career has sunk to. So many bad acting performances can only lead me to add "bad director" to this film's many shortcomings.The most tragic thing of all is that this was clearly a labor of love for Jenny McCarthy. She wrote it, starred in it, and got her then-husband to direct. Since it's so cheap, I'd wager that she probably financed it too. Sadly, the movie can perhaps best be summed up in the audition scene. A man sits next to McCarthy and remarks that she's a shoo-in for the part, to which she replies "Oh, I'm not an actress." Truer words have never been spoken.