In a stunning display of range, Joe Pesci plays a mafia figure who, prior to his retirement, must deliver eight heads to a mob boss or face dire consequences. Unfortunately, the duffel bag containing the eight heads gets switched with that of an unsuspecting med student on vacation with his girlfriend and her hostile upper-crust parents in Mexico. Zany antics of the most painful sort then ensue. Nearly everyone in the film, from Pesci to Kristy Swanson to George Hamilton, appears distracted and wishing they were elsewhere—and as well they should. Some scenes in 8 Heads could have been pulled from an instructional video on how not to be funny: Dyan Cannon running around screaming for five straight minutes is not funny. Swarthy banditos who seem to have stepped out of a racist western from the '40s are not funny. Under no circumstances is David Spade funny. Especially unamusing is Andy Comeau as the hapless med student: He resembles the love child of Tom Hanks and Matthew Broderick, but his performance suggests he may have won a "You Can Star In A Joe Pesci Comedy" sweepstakes.