Me You Madness

Perhaps the worst thing about the writer/director/star’s feature is that it basks in the excess it purports to condemn, confident that pounding the viewer into submission is the way to go, in addition to ending on a hypocritical note that defies everything that’s occurred up to that point.

Me You Madness serves as a reminder that you can clearly try to be funny, and still produce something that turns out to be kind of a joke.

All Me You Madness has to offer are poorly written rants, indifferently staged action, and ill-conceived comedy. In the end, it doesn’t even deliver on the madness.

In its tiresome attempts to send up its star's image and not take itself too seriously, the film becomes exceedingly laborious.

Tedious **** tripe made by a braindead cretin with more money than taste or sense. An unintentionally honest window into the worldview of the wealthy garbage creatures who ruin our world every day, and a shining reminder that we should have wheeled out the guillotines and started lopping yacht-haver heads ages ago.