They didn’t leave anything out: Sword fighting, secret spy action, bombs, nuclear arms, corpses turning up all over the place, and a cartoonish chase scene.
It’s nondescript to the point that now, a few hours after watching it, I can’t really bring more to mind than a vague sense of watered down “naughtiness.”
Kingpin is but the latest manifestation of the so-stupid-it’s-smart lowbrow gag-film, that venerable tradition inaugurated by National Lampoon’s Animal House.