Who’s Your Monkey is another one of those movies that gets a bad rap for all the wrong reasons. Initially upon release known as Throwing Stars (in the US), the movie was very successful with screener audiences, despite its incredibly low budget. On the basis of the popularity of the screener audiences the movie became raised in its profile, thrust straight into the limelight of big screen cinema releases. Renamed Who’s Your Monkey? It seems people going to see the movie had higher expectations, as a result the movie critically was a failure.
Who’s Your Monkey follows the adventures of four men, friends since childhood still close friends as adults. When Mark a trained Doctor finds himself out of work he also finds himself in trouble with a local animal pornographer, whom Mark supplied with drugs in order to get women to participate in a little animal love. When Reed (the animal porn guy) finds out that drugs will no longer be forthcoming he reacts badly and tries to kill Mark, but Mark retaliates first stabbing him in the head with a throwing star then hitting him over the head with a shovel. With Reed dead Mark will need the help of his three friends to dispose of the body, but they all have their own demons to wrestle with.
Who’s Your Monkey? Is a movie that would work incredibly well with the sort of audience that liked American Pie or the Porky’s movies, although not quite as smutty as either of the aforementioned titles it has a familiarly adult ring about it. If however you like your comedy a little more highbrow however you’re sure to be disappointed with this offering.
The movie has an awful lot of depth to it other than the basic storyline, covering topics like bullying, dealing with the terrible and tragic death of a loved one, sexual inadequacy, and satisfying the sexual needs of a woman while trying to overcome the said inadequacies. It really is a movie that is multi-dimensional, giving very serious subjects a comedic spin in order to make them more digestible.
In the mist of all the other activity is the monkey, a rather small factor of the story considering he is made the focus due to the new title. An escapee from Reed’s deluded animal zoo, the monkey pops up occasionally to win the hearts of the audience. Rather sickly I guess the monkey has picked up some rather disgusting tips from his life in the pornography industry, with the most funny but sick moment of the movie. For a low budget movie, and the budget was indeed miniscule there are some very big laughs if you’re sick enough to enjoy this sort of humour.
While being a fairly low budget movie and most of the cast being unknown, one actor does ring slightly familiar, Jason London one time leading man long since fallen from Hollywood’s graces makes a welcome return as Bobby, a man recovering from the death of his girlfriend 18 months prior to the movies opening. London delivers a more than decent portrayal of a man rocked to his very core by grief; his character opting to sleep on his girlfriend’s grave just so he can be close to her.
Its Scott Michael Campbell’s character Laith who sort of dominates the movie, a man unable to have sex with his girlfriend after finding her vibrator while having a shower. Like I guess many men he takes the discovery badly and as a knock to his manhood. But he has other issues from long ago also bothering him too, like accidentally running into the fist of Mark. As the most mentally tortured soul of the movie most of the movies comedy is aimed firmly in his direction, if there is a laugh to be had then this is the guy that is on the other end of it.
While Who’s Your Monkey does not tick all the boxes it ticks half of them, which is a good thing nowadays in a world that proper humorous humour seems missing from, like so many genres the sparkle seems to be missing of late this movie goes part way to giving comedy back a little glimmer of amusement. This is very much a movie for now, focusing on the sort of things that happen now days, I suspect however that in a few years time this will be long forgotten, and somewhat dated.