À chacun sa loi

This movie is an anachronism. Based on the clothes, music, hairdos, and so forth, it seems like this should be an eighties film.

Horkheimer, Adorno, and others of the Frankfurt School of thinkers argued in the 1940s that mass media was used to control the people and ultimately resulted in sameness. Double Trouble certainly proves the latter. The plot and the villains are all plucked willy nilly from various 1980s films. One of the barbarian brothers accidentally steals a card that gives access to a vault of diamonds just above the subway in downtown LA. The other barbarian brother is a cop forced by the chief to partner with his larcenous brother. Oh, the other barbarian brother...

How could anyone wear what this guy wears? The Raiders sweatshirt/half shirt with high-waisted, acid-washed jeans? But all of that pales compared with the mullets sported by each brother. Paging Billy-Ray Cyrus. The guy can't run either. He has a worse gait than Keanu Reeves.

Whoever thought that wrestlers could act anyway?

This film is about as fragmented and nonsensical as this review of it. In the right company this could be part of a beer-fueled evening with friends, or consumed alone. Regardless, mouths will be agape. The horror, the horror.

Some say may say I have poor taste, but to me I just like to accept movies for what they are. Within the very first 10 minutes you can immediately tell this is a B movie affair. The production values are sub par and the acting is uh...basic. However with most B or perhaps C level movies you can find a whole lot of character if you sit on their level. And there is a whole lot of character here. On the whole this movie is charming and plenty entertaining on both a comedic and action level. Probably more so comedy wise than anything else. This movie undoubtedly suffers from the unintentional funnies. Total sober you can hear me giggling away every 3 minutes on the most irrelevant things from the way these muscle bound beasts run to how slightly more fat one is than the other. Not to say there aren't any legitimate laughs in this movie. The writing is decent, nothing too fancy. Plenty will say the Paul/Barbarian Brothers lack of talent. However, I believe there's enough there. They don't look stupid delivering the core content and they deliver the laughs by the truckload even on small liens. You kinda get that brotherly chemistry that I guess could only be gotten from some twins. Plus thanks to their frame they can handle some decent action scenes that appear to cater to what they do best (lift stuff). However, I will admit all hand to hand action was absolutely dreadful. But what do you expect for a B-flick?

I gave this movie a 3 (out of 10) and in retrospect, that may have been a mistake. Though it does have a huge so-bad-its-good factor, I feel guilty about elevating it above it's 2.7 rating and possibly leading anyone astray. Please allow me to plead my case.

This movie has it all. Twin behemoth body builder leads (David and Peter Paul), has been stars, really bad acting, guns with limitless ammo, a Trans Am and best of all, two of the most awe inspiring mullets in cinema history. Fantastic dated wardrobe, too, that makes M.C. Hammer look like a conservative Baptist minister... What? Wait a minute, strike that. Check out the mid-riff revealing sweatshirt that David Paul wears essentially through out the entire film. Little did poor David know that in just 8 short years they would have an entirely new name for them, they're called GIRL shirts. How can you not enjoy watching that?

The first thing, however, that will catch your eye with this 90's classic is the acting of the Paul Brothers. Not that it's bad, but actually the lack there of. Anyone can act bad, (I.E.) Lou Ferrigno, Vanna White, Al Pacino (recently). Over acting is an instinctual occurrence. But the Paul's do something quite uncommon. They are comfortable just being themselves, albeit big dumb 'roided out gym whores who can't act. I imagine this is the point of their thespian endeavor where they finally got in touch with their inner voices. Unfortunately that voice has the pacing of a old fat bear. It seems as if they are constantly contemplating what awaits them in their trailer at the end of each set up, whether it be food, women or a new set of chrome 120 lb. dumb bells, but certainly none of it seems phony. I actually believe they are going to go back to their dressing rooms to consume protein shakes. I loved this film.

Yeah, this movie is totally cheezy, but the Barbarion Brothers never fail to crack me up, I love these dudes, they're just like big funny kids. This is probably even their least intentionally funny movie. Compared to Twin Sitters or Think Big, this one tries to be more of a real action/crime movie, which adds to the humor. Try to take these guys seriously as cops for a minute, you'll crack up laughing. If you like Terence Hill or the band Sparks, you'll probably get their humor. Goofy for sure! and with a positive attitude that makes you feel good.

A brawny suited burglar and his equally muscular twin, a upstanding police officer, are forced to team up to bring down some diamond criminals.

With the fashion, music, hairdos and Rambo III poster on display you'd swear director John Paragon's Double Trouble was made in the eighties (even though it was 1992). The cast feature plenty of familiar acting faces, surprisingly this B film has some good talent on display. This forgotten film features David Carrdine, James Doohan, Roddy McDowell and those two muscle bound twins from the Conan wannabe film Barbarians, I kid you not. McDowell has lot of fun shooting people and Doohan gets to Scotty rant while the twins get to wink at fine women, fight and shoot a lot. It's all as outlandish and retro un-PC as it sounds.

To the twins David and Peter Paul's credit they are great fun throughout and thanks to some writing flukes including Jessie Venture impressions, sibling rivalry along with Paragon's clumsy setups and reverse fridge logic it's more enjoyable than it should be.

If you love the 1980s cheese, this 90s film is a great example, think a second rate Twins mixed with Stop or My Mum will Shoot and let your mullet and crop top do the thinking, you should enjoy.