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Anyone who goes to see My Boss’s Daughter expecting Airplane!-esque humor will quickly realize that he’s been punk’d. Filmed in 2001 and ostensibly held to take advantage of star Ashton Kutcher’s impending fame, the movie had veteran goofball David Zucker at the helm. He did the job with furious absurdity, but no director’s touch could have saved what is surely one of the stupidest scripts of all time. The dusty debut work of Anger Management writer David Dorfman, My Boss’s Daughter aspires to the high zaniness of Zucker’s earlier movies but settles for boorishness. Kutcher plays Tom, a mild-mannered researcher at a publishing company who falls for Lisa (a charmless Tara Reid), spawn of tyrannical honcho Jack Taylor (Terence Stamp). Tom, thinking Lisa has invited him to a party, unwittingly agrees to house-sit for Jacka setup that ensures hilarious destruction will follow. Starting with Stamp, Daughter’s supporting cast is a sad display of how the mighty have fallen: Dave Foley, Jeffrey Tambor, Andy Richter, Molly Shannon, and an especially cringe-inducing Michael Madsen all contribute to a production that depends on rape, head wounds, and dialogue such as “I guess I was out of line by pissing over everything” for laughs. (That line, spoken by Madsen, pretty much caps a role that will probably reduce Reservoir Dogs fans to tears.) Meanwhile, Kutcher is expected to play straight man to this increasingly obnoxious parade of characters, most of whom are thrown in for no reason whatsoeveroh wait, I forgot about Carmen Electra’s integral wet-T-shirt scene. Funny thing is, it’s all so wretched that it makes the That ’70s Show alum seem good by comparisonthough not good enough to make Daughter watchable. When a co-worker goads Tom with “Are you going to be a loser your whole life?” witnesses to this latest embarrassment to Kutcher’s career will invariably be thinking, Yes. Tricia Olszewski