Hell Baby is stupid. And when I say stupid, I mean incredibly stupid. It’s the sort of film you almost feel embarrassed to like because you feel everyone involved is actually laughing at you. However, I think that’s precisely what directors Robert Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon had in mind when they put it together.
In terms of plot, there isn’t much to run your fingers through. This ridiculously crude and mean-spirited horror-comedy feels more like a series of skits connected by the thinnest of threads. As a fan of The State and Reno! 911, I don’t really have a huge problem with this kind of setup.
Although Rob Corddry and Leslie Bibb are considered the stars of Hell Baby, Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant steal every scene they’re in. Watching these guys eat po’ boys is endlessly amusing. Just when you think the scene is over, the burps and farts and moans keep coming. It’s an odd kind of brilliance. I don’t think anyone would think less of you for hating it.
While I didn’t necessarily have a problem with Hell Baby’s low-brow humor, some people might take issue with the film’s reliance on bargain basement comedy. The characters are two-dimensional foul-mouthed morons and all of the jokes are completely sophomoric, but then again, you should have anticipated this going in. The trailer practically wears a penis and its sleeve.
If you like jokes about genitalia, guys having oral sex with mentally-unstable elderly women, and priests who aren’t above punching Satanic babies square in the face, then Hell Baby should be your first choice for a lonely late-night viewing. I laughed out loud on numerous occasions, but then again, I was always a sucker for a good marsupial joke. Gets me every time.