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http://www.fubar-themovie.com/ Terry & Deaner cook breakfast on Breakfast Television Vancouver. Movie review: Fubar II reprises dimwit duo BY JAY STONE, POSTMEDIA NEWS SEPTEMBER 30, 2010 Fubar II Starring: Paul Spence, David Lawrence Directed by: Michael Dowse 18A: Coarse language, sexual situations, drug use Running time: 85 minutes Three stars out of five The untamable raunch of youth is celebrated in Hollywood by Judd Apatow and his imitators, who send their 30-somethings to exotic locales — Las Vegas, college campuses, hot-tub time machines — to get drunk, laid, nauseous and enlightened, not necessarily in that order. Canadian cinema has a more visceral tradition: the hoser comedy, as expressed by the McKenzie brothers or the Trailer Park Boys; a blue-collar construction comprised of mullet haircuts, an insatiable appetite for beer and marijuana, dreams of heavy-metal stardom, and more beer and marijuana. If it can be expressed in one word that doesn't begin with the letter F, it's "give'r," which is Canadian for: "The path of excess leads to the palace of liver disease." Which brings us to Fubar II, the sequel to the mockumentary that celebrated the get-drunk-and-pass-out-on-the-lawn culture of Dean (Paul J. Spence) and Terry (David Lawrence). Their adventures, if you can call them that, involved things such as a camping trip where they sat on lawnchairs and drank beer, just like at home except in the woods. Coarse, be-mulleted and sweetly ignorant, Fubar — an acronym for an unprintable condition of the headbanger life — was a side road in Canadian raunch. It was the Trailer Park Boys series, minus the social commitment. Now they're back in an odd movie that is partly beery chaos and partly a woozy look at the Alberta oilsands. If you've never been to Fort McMurray, Alta., Fubar II will probably keep it that way. The sequel begins with Dean's celebrating five years of being free of the testicular cancer he developed in the first film, and celebrating at a party where his buddies, including Tron (Andrew Sparacino), a large, bearded oilpatch worker, take a chainsaw to the house. The destruction of other people's property is part of the high spirits of the low life. The next day, Dean and Terry decide they want to be oilpatch workers too. "We're f---in' movin' on, like the Littlest Hobo," says Terry, a line that only hints at the giddy corruption of values in evidence here. Fort McMurray turns out to be something out of Dante, a place of smoky towers belching fumes across a spotlit field of oil rigs, but with unlimited money, alcohol and strip bars: It's the Inferno and Paradiso all in one. Dean and Terry eventually get jobs, although not before taking one of those safety courses that show videos of people losing their feet in lawn mowers or setting themselves on fire. "In a real-life situation, most of you would be dead," says the instructor as the men race from a smoky room with ill-fitting gas masks. "Here's your certificate." Fubar II is an absurd and low-rent comedy, but it also has an edge of social critique, and when Dean and Terry go to West Edmonton Mall with Dean's new girlfriend Trish (Terra Hazelton) — she's a waitress at the strip club and has previously been sexually available to the entire crew — the movie presents what feels like an accurate picture of what happens when a certain kind of person makes a certain amount of money in a certain kind of culture. That is to say, they buy crossbows. The first Fubar was set up as a documentary about heavy-metal life, but Fubar II drops the pretence of a film-within-a-film to show us more of a Canada-within-a-Canada, a rising tide that is lifting a lot of leaky boats. It's an old story in a new setting, and although the humour of stupidity is well done — a lot of it is improvised — it's beginning to feel a little like yet another night at the same noisy bar. That all changes in the film's final portion, when drama rears its intoxicated head. Fubar II becomes a movie about sickness and Christmas, two fairly sticky subjects, and while it tries to explode the sentiment, it feels wrong to be at all serious in this company. Fubar II doesn't exactly put the Christ into Christmas, but it seems to be trying to put the give into give'r. Take off, eh. © Copyright (c) The Vancouver Sun