As Hollywood hype would have you believe, The Adventures of Pluto Nash is one of the biggest artistic disasters in film history. But that description invites a morbid curiosity that Pluto Nash won’t satisfy. It’s thoroughly mediocre -- never offensively bad, but so uninteresting that it’s hard to remember the first half by the beginning of the second. Star Eddie Murphy exudes more enthusiasm than the film is worth (it’s been years since Murphy wasn’t the best element of one of his films), giving the endeavour the logic-defying shape of lazy belabourment. He plays the title character, a wealthy club owner on the moon, whose establishment is destroyed by the mob after he refuses to let them turn it into a casino. Teamed up with aspiring singer Dina (Josie and the Pussycats’ Rosario Dawson) and his Mr. Clean lookalike robot-bodyguard Bruno (Randy Quaid), Pluto goes on quest for justice. Never achieving comedic, satiric, or adventure serial heights, Pluto Nash has nowhere to go, and it doesn’t even care. The sets are run down Blade Runner knockoffs, providing the moon with the atmosphere (no science jokes please!) of a warehouse stacked with neon lights. There’s no momentum to its construction, and scene after scene passes where nothing of interest is occurring anywhere on screen. In fact, The Adventures of Pluto Nash is so thoroughly drab that I wish it were worse. Awful movies have more personality than this.