This film is truly horrendous. From the painfully unfunny opening credits to the exceedingly ridiculous courtroom finale, "Misery Brothers" never manages to be anything but a cringe worthy, cinematic car crash.
As a huge fan of bad movies, I usually revel in paper thin plotting, appalling acting and general tastelessness. This film has all of those characteristics in spades but still manages to be as enjoyable as genital herpes. The main reason for this is the film's obvious desperation to find a cult following. Misery Brothers does everything but hire David Hasselhoff to achieve this aim. There are musical interludes, a wrestling match and more bikini clad women than you can poke a stick at. The film's general craziness comes across as forced and ultimately, downright pathetic.
My second grudge with Misery Brothers is the shocking waste of a veritable cornucopia of Z-grade favourites. I'm sure it requires a special talent to make a dull film when you have the likes of Rowdy Rod Piper, Lou Ferrigno, Mother Love and Debbe Dunning in your movie. Poor Lou Ferrigno fares the worst, playing a toothless butler who walks around at one point in a black G-string.
Despite the overwhelmingly dire nature of this film, there are still two reasons to see it (hence the two star rating): Appearances by two amazing, and sorely missed, actors - Pat Morita and Nell Carter. Pat Morita glides through the thankless role of a knife throwing judge with his usual grace. Nell Carter, strangely not credited on IMDb, has a minor cameo as a maid but does get to perform a brief song, which was an unexpected joy until Nell is almost completely obscured by a chorus line of bikini clad bimbos.
