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Wild Hogs really doesn't spend much time on the road. Good thing, too, because after the guys are found sleeping side-by-side and skinny-dipping together, the writers must have run out of homosexual panic jokes.
The movie frees you of the belief that making it in Hollywood requires finely honed skills. If the writer and director of this coarsely honed sitcom could get hired, then the studio doors must be wide open.
A little cute cussing, a few decent jokes, a lot of sight gags involving spills on the bikes these 'Mild' Hogs get by on being good-natured, and willing to trade a little star power for the chance to ride and get paid for it.
The gags are witless and surprisingly gross (insect splatter, feces disposal bags, inadvertent homosexual come-ons and the like). The four actors, each accustomed to being at the center, never develop any rhythm, any chemistry, any anything.
If Wild Hogs went hog wild into comic anarchy -- heck, even creativity -- it might have been worthy of its overqualified cast. As it stands, this weak effort will bring them sacks of money, but no respect.
Slack direction from Walt Becker (National Lampoon's Van Wilder) sullies this formula comedy, but the cast is agreeable, particularly Marisa Tomei as the diner owner who falls for the constipated Macy.
There really isn't much more to say about Wild Hogs beyond the appallingly unfunny results it extracts from squeezing Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence and William H. Macy into leather jackets and propping them on high-performance motorcycles.