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Starring Jerry O'Connell. Without a doubt, this is the most revolting piece of film making I have ever seen, and that includes that Nova special I saw on the Ebola virus.I don't mean revolting in the way Stop or My Mom Will Shoot was revolting, but revolting because the entirety of the supposed humor in Joe's Apartment comes from items you should normally find in a toilet, or singing on South Park. The concept of this movie, a guy named Joe moves to New York City from Iowa and into a tenement infested with foul mouthed cockroaches that sing and dance and flip people off, seemed fairly interesting. The actual product was not. Joe saves a cockroach from being killed, and faster than you can think, egad, that guy is dirtier than all of my college roommates put together, a friendship between man and the things I try to step on had been formed. From here, the movie goes downward. The plot, if you can find it, revolves around Joe's love for a girl who has grown a flower garden in a courtyard, next to her place of work. In an effort to win her heart over, since she is in need of fertilizer to keep her plants growing, Joe steals manure out of a horse's diaper, collects dog droppings off the street, and offers her a knapsack full of urinal mints that he collected from Yankee Stadium. It almost seems as though this movie was made to push the limits of toilet humor to new and previously unseen territory. And while it succeeds at this, it fails miserably at everything else. There are a scant few humorous moments not involving waste products, but these are easily forgotten after the credits roll. I sacrificed myself watching this so you would not have to.
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