Once the butt of every joke, Bernie's has come all the way around again and become revered as a cult classic. The central premise is hilariously absurd: Keeping up the charade that Bernie is still alive through a weekend at The Hamptons by puppeteering him to life so they aren't implicated in his murder. This shit is so dark and you have to have a morbid sense of humor to watch a corpse do pratfalls. It's somehow perfectly complemented by a great reggae flavored soundtrack which goes hand in hand with summertime fun in the sun.
You have to admire the audacity of studio execs willing to greenlight this shit.
3 necrophiles out of 5
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A) Mom’s permission. B) Roads. C) Pants.