What is it about the Ace Ventura concept that resonates so strongly with people? Is it the part where he talks with his ass? Has our society really deteriorated to the point where that's like an integral component of the national zeitgeist or whatever? As you can probably guess, this movie is about Ace Ventura's kid, a fat, obnoxious advertisement for abortion who farts a lot. If he was your kid, no matter how much you loved him, you would've buried him in a shallow grave years ago. He fucking sucks, and needless to say so does this cunt of a movie. It doesn't know the difference between "hacking" a website and "visiting" a website, there's not one but two "Don't taze me, bro!" jokes ("Does just saying 'Don't taze me bro!' actually count as a joke?" you may ask. In this movie it does.), someone actually says "You can't handle the truth!" during a courtroom scene, and it all ends with Ace Jr. shoving his hand down a crocodile's throat (frankly I'm surprised they didn't go in a more traditional "Ace Ventura" direction with this and have the kid shove his entire head up the crocodile's ass while jerking off or something). There's only three good things about this movie- two of them are the TYTBSH "goth" chicks who lose their pet skunk (they're not really, but they do have black clothes on, which is out-of-touch cretin screenwriter shorthand for "goth"), and the other one is when we find out that Ace Ventura Sr. isn't on deck because he disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. That's not proof that he's actually dead of course, but I'll keep my fingers crossed.