Great quirky movie. Definitely recommend this to everyone.

When watching a movie for the first time, it's pretty important to be open-minded and having 0 expectations for it, to avoid any kind of disappointment and to properly enjoy it. I tried to do that myself with this flick, but it was impossible.I've seen a lot of bad comedies, but this is just another damn level; it's unbelievably awful, beyond bad. Every single thing about it it's incredibly cringe-worthy; the acting, the dialogue, the jokes, the direction, even the soundtrack. Don't get me started on that supermarket scene, so over-the-top and disgusting.Anyone heard that story of that ''E.T. The Extraterrestrial'' video-game that was so bad Atari took all the cartridges and buried them on the desert? Someone should do the same with every copy of this thing.Finally, I wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone. I'm even ashamed to admit that I saw this.

This movie is like watching Jenny McCarthy pour a gallon of gasoline over herself and then light a match. Her most vicious and implacable enemy world couldn't have come up with anything that makes McCarthy look worse than what she's created here of her own volition. After Dirty Love, I'm surprised she ever got another job in Hollywood. I mean any job, even waitressing or cleaning out septic tanks. I'm never seen any film that tried so awesomely hard to be funny and still failed this horrifically. When I watched the movie Holocaust in high school, it had more laughs than this thing.McCarthy wrote this script and it was directed by her then-husband John Asher, which means Dirty Love is the single greatest argument for the banning of heterosexual marriage. Let the gays get hitched all they want, but if the union of opposite sex spouses can produce anything like this, it should be forbidden by both Man and God. If an illiterate hobo with no fingers wrote a screenplay with a pencil in his mouth and handed it to eyeless, lipless proctologist to film with a camera stuck in his ass, I'd rather watch that than see Dirty Love again. This thing is the Citizen Kane of suck.Rebecca (Jenny McCarthy) is a woman who thinks she has a perfect romance going with her model boyfriend Richard (Victor Webster). Then she walks in on him boffing another chick and has her life fall apart. There's a series of scenes that practically could have been written by a random word generator and the story ends with Rebecca making possibly the dumbest relationship decision any woman has ever made in the history of romantic comedy.I'm actually struggling to find the words that can express the full grotesqueness of this film. Carmen Electra plays a full blown "Wigger". There's a scene where McCarthy leaks at least a pint of blood from her vagina. Tall women are held up as universal objects of sexual ridicule. McCarthy molests her own boobs so harshly I'm surprised she didn't break an implant. The only moment in the entire production that bears the slightest resemblance to real human behavior involves a pawn broker. The camera-work on display here is as imaginative as an old episode of Romper Room. McCarthy spends most of the movie looking like she hasn't washed her hair in two weeks. No, that still doesn't come close.Let me try this. Rebecca has a long suffering guy friend named John (Eddie Kaye Thomas) who's always worshipped her in silence. John is supposed to be the "nice guy" Rebecca is meant to end up with after she runs an obstacle course of oddballs and a-holes. But the movie introduces John in such a way that you think he's the boyfriend of Carmen Electra's character and he and Rebecca don't have a scene together until the film is 1/3rd over. And while it's visually obvious why John has the hots for Rebecca, the only thing he has to offer is the sort of devotion those little purse dogs have to the debutantes who carried them around…and this story wants us to believe that is the nature of pure love!No, that's still not enough. Imagine someone stuffing a cactus up your anus while pouring two gallons of hot sauce down your throat. Think about getting a pelvic exam from a leper. Consider what it would be like to give your grandfather a handjob in front of all the kids you knew in 6th grade. Now try to conceive of something worse than all of that put together and you'll have some inkling of what Dirty Love is like.For Jenny McCarthy's sake, I sure hope there's no such thing as karma because what will have to happen to her to compensate for inflicting this film on the public would make The Human Centipede look like a trip to Disney World.

People are far too ready to label films The Worst Movie Ever, and this film has certainly earned its fair share of such comments. Well, all I can say is that anyone who has said that can't have seen many films. Why, just today I saw a movie which was noticeably worse (Iron Hero, if you're interested).This one isn't very good, to be fair. There are elements of professionalism here and there, a couple of gags which amuse (they stand out among the myriads which fall flat on their face), and an entire movie full of material which is completely misjudged. Jennie McCarthy is an able comedy performer: this film does not give her the ability to show it, and it is her own writing which is her worst enemy here.