Wretched. Kurt Vonnegut's very funny novel translates to a miserable movie and a very excruciating viewing experience. Is it the casting of Jerry Lewis and Madeline Kahn in dual roles? They've both been hung out to dry in this insipid venture. A real case of the un-filmable being filmed (and the results are dire). The supporting cast is a half-hearted assemblage of talent that should know better: Jim Backus; Pat Morita; the voice of Orson Welles. And what is Marty Feldman doing in this dreck? Vonnegut is clearly not the easiest author to adapt to the movies. His books bend time and space and require a lot of thought that the makers of this movie in particular just do not capture. It's gross when it should be satiric, cringe-inducing when it should be fun. To quote a famous critic..."if it were any more of a dog, it would shed!"