Just when we all thought we couldn’t possibly ever get enough of Jack Black running around half naked acting like some halfwit, here he comes, back for more with Year One. But this isn’t all you’ll find familiar here.  Just wait and see!

Year One features everybody’s favorite loser–or at least guy who can’t get enough of playing losers–as a caveman who’s not doing too well.  He’s an inept hunter, a worse gatherer–and these are the only two jobs in the whole of caveman society (except maybe for shaman, and that job is SO taken), and the woman of his dreams is after a better hunter.  His buddy, meanwhile, a callow youth–more on that later–isn’t doing any better himself, so the two go off to find their fortune in the wider world outside.  They’ll go through quasi-accurate history and some odd little confluences of the Bible in order to discover the greatest truth of all about making your own destiny, which is a pretty standard truth as movie truths go.

Oh, and just in case you can’t get enough of Michael Cera doing pretty much THE ONLY PART HE’S EVER DONE, he’ll be back to George Michael his way through yet another film.  Seriously, someone needs to cast him as a serial killer or something because this is just getting plain old RIDICULOUS.

The jokes in this one have a horrible habit of falling flat, mostly because they’re so spectacularly predictable.  Everywhere you look it’s just joke after joke that can’t pass muster.  Jack Black’s antics only get more annoying with every passing iteration, like the kid who won’t stop kicking the back of your seat.

Year One is a shoddy, painful romp through history that leaves little doubt that, in Hollywood, they all hate us.

The Screenhead Ten Scale gives this lamentable little film a three out of ten for being little more than a pastiche of poorly put together jokes and old themes played for steadily fraying laughs.