"MacGruber" summons up memories of mullets, "MacGyver" and Mike Myers. A blood-spattered, hit-or-miss character comedy of the "Wayne's World"/ "Austin Powers" school, "MacGruber" manages to be nostalgic and profane in equal measures, a movie that's retro and retro-fitted to suit the new cutting edge in screen farce.
Will Forte's thin "Saturday Night Live" sketch is stretched out and taken to places network TV hasn't yet been. It's a game attempt to raunch up the standard-issue "SNL" sketch film for the R-rated Age of Judd Apatow. The first 15 minutes are really funny, the next 30 mildly amusing and the rest a bore.
MacGruber is an ex-Navy Seal, ex-Army Ranger and former tight-end for the University of Texas-El Paso with 16 Purple Hearts and three Congressional Medals of Honor. In other words, he's "the best."
He's the guy Col. Faith (Powers Boothe) calls on when arch villain Dieter (Val Kilmer) steals a Russian missile in the part of Siberia that looks mysteriously like the desert just outside of Los Angeles.
MacGruber breaks out his vintage Miata with its removable Blaupunkt stereo, rounds up his team, accidentally gets them killed, and must settle for old colleague Vicki (Kristen Wiig) and Lt. Piper (Ryan Phillippe, the straight man here). They have to track down Dieter and keep him from nuking Washington.
MacGruber wants to rip out a few throats ("that's my main move") and whip up gadgets that he expects to blow up, cripple, distract and otherwise foil the bad guys. (They never do.)
Just don't ask him to use a gun.
"Guns are for the weak," he hisses. "Guns are for the stupid."