Apparently there is a running bet going on somewhere in Hollywood to see how quirky a film can get, and it looks like the ensemble cast in director Barry Sonnenfeld's adaptation of Dave Barry best-selling novel might take the cake. There is the Frito-chip-eating Jesus Christ look alike who lives in a tree, dimwitted high school kids playing a mock murder game with squirt guns, and the Martha Stewart-obsessed wife married to a despicable Mr. Entrepreneur with a foot fetish. All of whom watch The Discovery Channel and are in awe of the mysterious echoing thud trunk. This wanna-be screwball comedy has got to be a shoe-in for the prize; otherwise there would have been no other reason to make this film, at least no reason that I can think of.