The arrival of any film featuring the character of Ernest P. Worrell is a perfect occasion to brush up one's Dorothy Parker chestnuts and scream what' is perhaps her most famous phrase: "What fresh hell is this?"

Jim Varney at the peak of his comedic powers, playing two instantly distinctive roles. If you only ever see one Ernest movie, make it this one.

Here's one fictitious Ernest sequel that fits my sentiments exactly: "Ernest Gets on my Last Nerve". "Nuff said...

Like Lucio Fulci directed _Face-Off_. Like some hybrid of _Riki-Oh_ and _Pee-Wee’s Playhouse._ Like a children’s film from another dimension. What if Jim Carrey channeled both Bugs Bunny and Anton Chigur in that universe? What if that dimension had the white Stephen Chow? There’s no need to wonder any longer. You can find the answers in _Ernest Goes to Jail._