I get the impression that Cabin Boy (1994) was supposed to establish Chris Elliott (Groundhog Day, There's Something About Mary, recurring spot on Letterman) as the next Jim Carrey-tier leading comedy actor and screenwriter, but instead it was more of a deadpan surrealist love letter to Harryhausen creature features. Viewed on its own merits, it has a certain sense of comedic timing and a few classic bits ("maybe cooking oil is nature's sunblock"). However, what it has in comedic timing, it lacks in overall pacing. One can't help but be reminded of such films as Dumb and Dumber, Billy Madison, or even Animal House, and other films that bear the mantle of so-called summer comedies. This movie speaks less to the heart, and more to the sphincter.