Friday, August 12, 2005 | 08/12/2005 | If you pay for it, you get Rob'd

If you pay for it, you get Rob'd

BY PETER DEBRUGE, Special to The Herald

I can think of 100 reasons a desperate man might resort to a life of prostitution, but offering himself up as live bait for a serial killer definitely ain't one of 'em. So why would Deuce Bigalow go all the way to Amsterdam to reenlist as a male escort, especially when it means becoming a target in the Scooby-Doo-like mystery of the ''man-whore killer''? (Could it be the same reason a studio might greenlight a sequel to a tasteless red-light comedy like Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo -- because there's easy cash to be made in the process, even at the expense of good taste and propriety?)

But Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo isn't the slightest bit interested in what motivates a hustler to choose his line of work. Instead, it's preoccupied with what kind of hideous disfigurement would drive a woman to seek the services of a ''prostidude'' (the implication being that only the most desperate of women would ever have to pay for sex). Where narcoleptics, Tourette Syndrome sufferers and lonely prosthetic-limbed women dominated the original, the sequel graduates to such clients as a woman with a hole in her throat and another with a penis for a nose (one wonders what use such a person would have for a gigolo).

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