If you're looking for an intellectual movie or get easily offended by all manner of toilet humor and body fluid jokes, Deuce Bigelow, European Gigolo is the wrong movie for you. Folks, this film is not in the least bit intellectual -- and that's the whole point. It's for people who can appreciate and relate to lowbrow humor. If you have a warped sense of humor and can let yourself become involved in the utterly ridiculous, then you'll probably love this sequel. Otherwise you might as well stay home.  

Deuce Bigelow: European Gigolo seems meant to offend as it challenges viewers concerning where the edge of the taste envelope should be. Does it go over the edge? The answer depends on your own sense and judgment. What is funny to one person may not be to another. Having said that, I admit the film exhibits a mean-spirited tone with its unflinching and hurtful potshots at feminists, religious groups, the disabled, people with compulsive disorders and any other minority group you can think of.   

Many people will probably find crude and uncalled-for humor here that misses the mark and goes over the edge, especially the scenes with visually impaired people being bitten by dolphins while swimming. Still, all this is meant to challenge your sensibilities and make you think, "Should I be laughing at this? I am not going to laugh because someone next to me or someone else may be offended, so I will just cross my arms, thank you very much." Then again, maybe you'll relax and say to yourself, "I had better laugh at this even though it is disgusting because if I hold it any longer I will burst." 

Although Deuce Bigelow: European Gigolo is definitely not art, it's quite funny for a sequel. Our hero Deuce Bigalow (Rob Schneider) has been in retirement for years and deeply depressed about the accidental death of his wife due to a shark attack which he provoked. His former pimp T.J. (Eddie Griffin) is losing his grip on the man-whore business in Holland where a killer has been knocking off male prostitutes and scaring his fleet of sex workers into not working. When T.J. initially calls Deuce and asks him to act as his main prostitute, Deuce insists he wants no part of that life anymore.

But after T.J. is accidentally photographed in a compromising position that suggests to the world he's the killer, it's up to Deuce to convince Detective Gasper (Jeroen Krabbe) of  T. J.'s innocence.  How? By dating all the likely suspects, of course. In the process, Deuce meets Eva (Hannah Verboom), the detective’s niece, and falls in love with her in spite of her OCD. Later, he's suspicious that she might be the killer.

Without a doubt, this movie is a guilty pleasure, the kind you hesitate to recommend. You may want to let friends know in secret that its worth seeing, while at the same time you'll have to put up a front with everyone else indicating you couldn't possibly enjoy anything like this. Nevertheless, it's difficult for me not to reveal what a great time I had watching the hilarity and campiness of an Academy Awards-like gala for male prostitutes and the union meetings for gigolos.  

The bottom line? People will either like this movie or they will not. There's no middle ground. Viewers who can let themselves go and not take things too seriously will have a lot of fun with it. As you can probably tell, I'm a full-fledged member of that fraternity. 

(Released by Columbia Pictures and rated "R" for pervasive, strong crude and sexual humor, language, nudity and drug content.)