Following in the footsteps of executive producer Adam Sandler's oeuvre, Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo is a ramshackle Rob Schneider vehicle that combines an earnest love story with an only occasionally amusing tasteless comedy. As anyone afflicted by the film's saturation-bombing ad campaign already knows, Deuce Bigalow follows the adventures of an aquarium cleaner turned unlikely gigolo (Schneider) who must earn enough money as a "man-whore" to pay for an expensive fish tank he destroys while house-sitting for a real gigolo. Most of the film's jokes are derived from the grotesque nature of Schneider's clients, each afflicted with a different hideous abnormality, from obesity to gigantism to narcolepsy. (None of Schneider's customers are afflicted with incontinence or multiple-personality disorder, but it's possible that some maladies were left for a sequel.) Almost none of the interludes involving Schneider's dates are funny enough to overcome their derivative tastelessness, and the gifted Amy Poehler of Upright Citizens Brigade is particularly wasted as a woman afflicted with Tourette Syndrome. But Deuce Bigalow does have a few scattered bright moments, most coming from Eddie Griffin's turn as a laconic pimp prone to affixing male prefixes to any number of female-identified slang terms, e.g. "he-whore" and "man-madam." It's a stupid, overused gag, but for some reason, it's pretty consistently funny. Which is far more than can be said of anything else in Deuce Bigalow, which is cheerful but uninspired.