Stereotypes Don’t Just Disappear Into Thin Air is a riotous journey through the realms of bad taste, serving up enough ethnic slurs, sexist remarks, and off color jokes to make anyone blush.  Believe me, this one is not for liberal hippie types!  Try thinking along the lines of John Waters with a splash of the truly tasteless joke books.

            The film starts off with a warning, describing in no uncertain terms just what is about to transpire, and they mean every word of it.  The characters are all stereotypical one dimensional composites; the racist Fred (Bill Zebub), Matt (Rocco Martone III) the stingy Jew, Kelly (Jillian Gold) the stripper, and so on.  The plot is a jumble of about a half dozen storylines, all crammed together to create one hell of a farce.  Granted this is a really low budget flick, but it’s funny throughout, so long as you find humor in really badly acted cultural insults, bathroom gags, and immature absurdity.  And they do go after everyone; from a Christian pedophile with a cross dressing son who reenacts Jonestown, to Polish exterminators who can’t seem to get anything right, to a black-face Sambo type guy who speaks Ebonics.

            Sure it’s over the top, and offensive to just about everybody that watches it, but that’s half the fun.  If you can’t just sit back and laugh at the goofy hi-jinks, then there is definitely something wrong with your sense of humor.  I wish the story had been a little more linear, but I think that would have taken away from the sketch comedy feel of the film.  There is a blooper reel on the disc, which you have to ask yourself in a movie this strange, just what kind of bloopers can you offer the audience?

            If you’re looking for something light to watch between that faux snuff film and that porno you have stashed in the back of your closet, Stereotypes Don’t Just Disappear Into Thin Air may be the film for you.  Just so long as you heed the warning at the beginning of the film!