ROB Schneider's hapless male prostitute returns to his womanising ways in this comedy sequel, which abandons sunny Malibu for the red lights and clogs of Amsterdam.

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo is unremittingly crass, bludgeoning the viewer with toilet humour and innuendo.

It's also shamelessly racist, sexist and homophobic - everyone is fair game, it seems, to Mike Bigelow's film.

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Despite its lack of sophistication or taste and its wilful politically incorrectness, there is an undeniable sweetness and naivete to the lead character that makes the film almost watchable.

Dim-witted fish tank cleaner Deuce (Schneider) is still grieving the death of his partner Kate in a freak shark attack.

His pay-for-pleasure days are far behind him, or so he thinks.

Out of the blue, Deuce receives an irate telephone call from his one-time pimp TJ Hicks (Eddie Griffin), who has been implicated in the brutal murders of Europe's greatest gigolos.

Deuce knows in his heart that TJ could not commit these heinous crimes and so he boards a flight bound for Europe and joins his friend aboard a purple, floating den of iniquity named Pimp Of Da Sea.

Determined to clear TJ's name, Deuce reluctantly returns to the escort industry, competing against the European Union of Prostitutes to pleasure some of the west's most dysfunctional women.

Among his clients are a deeply insecure hunchback and a filthy stinking minx (Rachel Stevens) who just needs a good wash to reveal her true gorgeousness.

A little bit of Deuce goes a very long way - as compulsive-obsessive beauty Eva (Hanna Verboom) can testify - and he's soon on the trail of the real gigolo killer.

Unfortunately, Deuce incurs the jealousy of several members of the all-powerful Man-Whore Society including the notoriously well-proportioned Heinz Hummer (Til Schweiger), who resent the American challenge to their pay-for-pleasure supremacy.

Deuce's ham-fisted attempts to unmask the killer also hamper the official investigation of wily Detective Gaspar Voorsboch (Jeroen Krabbe), who just happens to be Eva's father.

As the body count rises, Deuce makes a terrible discovery.

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo is an exercise in puerile schoolboy humour, and Schneider and his co-screenwriters take potshots at every easy target.

A running gag about TJ denying he is gay grows tiresome well before the first 20 minutes are up, and there are plentiful gross-out moments, like the woman with a male appendage for a nose who suffers a rather unfortunate sneezing fit.

I confess to being caught off-guard, and laughing so loudly and uncontrollably at one of the jokes (death by sun bed) that I may never be able to show my face at a screening again.

Oh the humiliation...

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