Rather than crafting a movie that's so bad it's good, writer-director brothers Jason and Brandon Trost have come up with something that's just plain bad -- and boring, and repetitive.

"The FP" so desperately wants to be cultishly admired for its bad-taste rollout of wacko characters, ugly costumes and vulgar slang that it forgets to be genuinely offbeat or funny.

You need to find a room full of people who get the joke and see this movie there, because audiences will be laughing so hard they'll be screaming.

It falls all over itself to lampoon its midnight-movie forebears even as it borrows their contrivances.

"The FP" works best as an operatic parody of mixed genres with lunacy on the fringes.