The death of comedy has not been exaggerated. A Night At The Roxbury delivers the coup-de-grace.

These durr-brained clowns (Will Ferrell and Chris Kattan), on loan from Saturday Night Live, play losers in the cut-throat cool of the club scene. They are supposed to be brothers, which is the only joke that works, since they are as similar as a pea and a giraffe in a pod. They try to get into the clubs and are rebuked by steroid-enhanced bouncers. When they slip past and reach the dance floor, they behave in such a boorish manner they are flung out. The class system in this sub-culture is based upon who-you-know and what-you-do. Money and status is everything - the unacceptable face of rave play.

The script has been tatooed on a fingernail. It is so small, you need binoculars. Ferrell and Kattan are an aquired taste. If this is satire, it has a moron virus that could be infectious. Take care.