I had fun watching Drop Dead Fred, but I want to take special care not to raise expectations unrealistically by overpraising it. The movie is no comic masterpiece, but it is consistently amusing in a way that sometimes reminded me of a kiddie picture and at other times of a more sophisticated comedy.
As the naughty ghost pal of Phoebe Cates, an obnoxious British actor named Rik Mayall is like Michael Keaton’s Beetlejuice without the juice. In Drop Dead Fred, all he does is smash and spill things and say many, many potty words.
This movie is quite odd. In reality, it's far too odd to be amusing. Even though Rik Mayall may be the funniest man alive, watching him act out for 90 minutes may not be all that entertaining. The creators of "Drop Dead Fred" need to have taken note of this lesson. Don't get me wrong, this movie has its humorous moments; a few of them are hysterically entertaining (the fire engine). The movie is too erratic. It may be sickeningly charming and terribly lovely one moment, and then genuinely dark and anarchic the next. Drop Dead Fred appears just when the movie seems to be aiming for a family-friendly comedy and spreads dog crap everywhere.
I would call Drop Dead Fred a dumpster fire of a movie, but that would be an insult to dumpster fires everywhere. I can’t even write a coherent review of this film (it’s stretching to even call it a film) because of just how unbelievably horrible it is. There is ONE good line in the entire movie. ONE. It is unfunny, boring, forgettable, and painful to sit through. I think I’d rather watch a man named Fred actually drop dead in front of me than sit through this movie again. Just don’t. Spare yourself.