With two of the screen's best comedic actors, a script that crackles with wit and surprise, and perfectly tuned direction, My Fellow Americans scores a bull's-eye.

Using talent of this order on a script this weak, along with merely decorative appearances by the likes of Lauren Bacall and Wilford Brimley, amounts to the Hollywood equivalent of government waste.

As political satire, My Fellow Americans makes a poor candidate.

It won't my "vote" as the funniest movie I've ever seen, and despite its recycled qualities, it's not bad enough to warrant a special prosecutor.