You know, I have never been prouder to be an American* then I was when we, as a nation, refused to acknowledge the existence of Young Einstein. Oh, they pimped the shit out of it when it first came out, but America wasn't having it, and as a result there are more U.S. citizens alive today who saw the Roaring Twenties firsthand than saw this movie in a theater. Even for a zany comedy the setup is unacceptably moronic: according to this movie, Albert Einstein, the guy who was so smart that his name became a synonym for "smart", was really a half-retarded slapstick idiot who looks like a cross between Carrot Top and Drop Dead Fred. I can't even imagine a bigger asshole. There's basically two jokes, which they use over and over again: 1) Young Einstein falls down, and 2) Young Einstein invents something that he couldn't possibly have invented, which ultimately explodes and causes him to fall down. Along the way he also ends up in the nuthouse (I was hoping he'd die there, but he didn't), saves some kittens from being baked into a pie, takes multiple baths (in an attempt to scrub off the shame, no doubt), and has some romance with a super cute chick because if you're going to make a god-awful movie that you know you'll never live down the least you can do for yourself is include a part where you get to slobber all over a super cute chick. Normally a movie this aggressively unfunny and stupid would make me shit myself with fury, but Young Einstein is so fucking pathetic that it's not even worth getting riled up about. It's like the movie equivalent of an animal that's so badly hurt that the only real option is to drop a cinder block on its head and put it out of its misery. Sorry, Young Einstein, but it was the most merciful thing to do.