What You Need To Know:
Nothing is worthwhile, or edifying, in this horror-comedy, except an imaginative set design. To make fun of death in such a perverse way is a clear sign that the filmmakers have no respect for God. Furthermore, the word of God says that a man shall not dress as a woman, that no filthy communication should come out of our mouths, and that we should not abuse our bodies with drugs.
(LLL, SS, V, A/D) 32 obscenities and 13 profanities, sexually suggestive dialogue, disrespect for authority and attempted bribery, substance and alcohol abuse, and transvestism
Dan Aykroyd couldn’t have chosen a more outlandish subject for his directing debut than this story which he also wrote. In NOTHING BUT TROUBLE, Chris Thorne and Diane Lightston are Wall Street yuppies on their way to Atlantic City when they take a detour off the Garden State Parkway.
The wrong turn takes them through Valkenvania, an obscure New Jersey town overlorded by a hard-line, decrepit-looking, obscene, 106-year-old Justice of the Peace and his law-and-order Sheriff. The sheriff arrests Chris and Diane for running a stop sign.
The traffic violators find out that for a hundred years the Judge (or his ancestors) have been stopping people, sentencing them to death, and then carrying out the sentence. In order to escape being thrown onto the bone-stripper, Chris and Diane resolve to be nice to Judge Valkenheiser. However, when the Judge gives Chris an ultimatum to either marry his hefty granddaughter (John Candy doubles in a transvestite role), or face death, Chris and Diane attempt to escape.
Nothing is worthwhile, or edifying, in this horror-comedy, although kudos certainly are in order for an imaginative set design. Picture an eerie stone castle courthouse, sitting amidst a gloomy junkyard, and you’ve got Valkenvania, a town that the 1890s forgot.
It took even more imagination to construct the insides of the courthouse: clutter of every conceivable kind, shape, size, and form fills the hallways. At one point, Chris and Diane stumble into a room glutted with missing persons’ IDs (Jimmy Hoffa’s driver license, for instance, is pinned to the wall). There is also an assortment of trap doors, booby traps and other contraptions that cut, dice and chop human beings into piles of bones into which Chris tumbles.
All this is supposed to be funny, but to make fun of death in such a sickening, perverse way is a clear sign that the filmmakers have no respect, nor value for the things of God. Furthermore, the word of God says that a man shall not dress as a woman, that no filthy communication should come out of our mouths, and that we should not abuse our bodies with drugs.