There's nothing wrong with my bladder. And I can't really imagine what kinds of people would really consider this crude, almost tragically uninspired idiocy either a comedy or a classic (well, okay, suppose it is a comedy, albeit one with no funny jokes in it). What these people do not seem to understand that frenzied screaming and mugging and acting like a kindergartener in a sugar rush do not make for effective humor; that for things to work, you'll need to develop things a little further from the basic concept of Mahatma Gandhi randomly firing automatic weapons (ha-ha!). Even the concrete instances of parody tend fall flat; there're just sort of there, without any particular context - someone just randomly yells "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore!" or says "redrum" at a random point. The story practically defines forgettable and of course things aren't helped any by Yankovich being such a dismal actor with no presence or comic timing, either. However, the thing that makes this film borderline offensive instead of just dreadful - and warrants a rating of 1/10 - is that by all appearences we're actually supposed to be cheering for Yankovic's idiot crew and their stupid channel that has pretty much the most braindead programming imaginable; it sort of makes the whole affair a celebration of stupidity almost on par with Forrest Gump. A really loathsome film - one would have thought it's pretty hard to rival Bill & Ted's Adventures as far as terrible comedies of 1989 go, but UHF blew it right out of the water.
"facts are stupid things" Ronald Reagan