At one point Kingsley's character makes his pupils duel with mops soaked in his own urine. If you think that's funny, be my guest.

You'll wish the once-talented Myers had merely rested on his laurels rather than pooping into them.

Funny in fits and starts, though the fits are a little convulsive and the starts seldom come with a convincing ending or pay-off.

I daresay that even a splinter in the eyeball would be less painful than sitting through this debacle.