The bodily fluids that Peter and Bobby Farrelly let fly and sometimes squirt in their movies, along with the assaults visited on their hapless male characters and those men’s various body parts, might suggest that these filmmaking brothers are stuck in a developmental quagmire. They don’t just like to play around in human messes, those both ickily literal and situational; they also revel in them …
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