Nearly all the humor has been generated from sexual innuendo or bodily fluids, so I couldn't help but wonder what parents thought as they sat through this mess with their kids - all of whom came to see an update of the kiddie TV series of a couple decades ago. Though no one left, most of them sat in silent disbelief, with shrieks of laughter coming only from a small clique of obviously inebriated teens. Who was the targeted audience, they or the fans of the TV series?

The title is just about all that remains from the TV show. The plot involves an unlikely trio - a steadfast pseudo-scientist, Dr. Rick Marshall, working on a time-travel machine (Will Farrell); a redneck showman, Will (Danny McBride); and a research assistant, Holly (Anna Friel), who has too much blind faith in Dr. Marshall to be as smart as she's supposed to be.

The disparate trio, thanks to the doctor's latest sci-fi machine, wind up in the Lost Land - a strange mélange of desert, jungle, mountains and crystal sites - combating a stranger mélange of creatures from a T-Rex to a humanoid out to destroy our Earth (for whatever reason). The only youth in the cast, an other worldly ally, is a boy-ape creature who serves little purpose other than to bring the confusing odyssey to a happy conclusion.

Confusing? A mess of open-ended, unresolved SNL sketches with little or nothing much in common - confrontations filling time with entirely unrelated scatological situations involving dinosaur urine & dung, drug induced sexual preferences, a giant blood-sucking mosquito, and myriads of crocodile-like, weapon-toting creatures - all in desperate attempt move us to the suddenly bathetic ending. The final credits become far more interesting than the preceding 103-minutes of dreary, unsavory material provided by writers Chris Henchy & Dennis McNicholas, director Brad Silberling & musical excerpts from "A Chorus Line" (Honest!). Might I add the question of where objects like a guitar, large plastic container, etc., come from? Or what one sequence has to do with any other?

The computer generated material carries the onus of interest and Farrell reviving his best in NFL routines helps, too; the rest is a dismal, incoherent attempt at comedic entertainment at the lowest level, for what seems like an endless chain of sloppily created segments.