Holy Crap is 1997's Ernest Goes to Africa Offensive, Unfunny

I love Ernest but this is just painful.

This is just getting sad. 

It’s heartbreaking, is what it is. The story of Ernest and film began in triumph, with a hayseed savant of the local commercial universe scoring boffo box-office for his 1987 starring debut, 1987’s Ernest Goes to Camp. 

By the time Ernest Goes to Africa was dumped direct to video in 1997 things had taken quite a turn. He was no longer working with Disney. His movies were no longer released theatrically or reviewed widely. The budgets shrank as he went from filming in Nashville to Canada to South Africa, where he shot his final two vehicles back to back. 

When Varney starred in Ernest Goes to Africa he had been playing Ernest for seventeen LONG years and been making Ernest movies for a solid decade. 

As I have written before, slapstick and physical comedy are a young man’s game. When a man in his twenties or thirties executes a pratfall it’s funny. When a man in his fifties falls down it’s just sad. You worry about the poor man’s health. What if he broke a bone or sprained something? You feel bad for him. It’s just not dignified. 

In Ernest Goes to Africa Jim Varney is like a legendary baseball player who insists on playing well into his forties even when it’s obvious to everyone that he’s lost a step or two or three and retirement beckons. 

One of the many things that impressed me about Varney’s early films is Varney’s potent combination of energy and precision. 

Critics and the intelligentsia may have written off Varney and his signature character as a dim-witted buffoon for dullards but he possessed a photographic memory that allowed him to learn reams and reams of dialogue almost instantly and record dozens of different variations of the same commercial in the same day. 

By 1997, however, decades of chain smoking and hard living were starting to catch up with Varney. He was only a few years away from dying young of lung cancer and had begun to look his age. 

Varney probably should have stopped making Ernest movies after Ernest Goes to School but it’s hard to turn down money and work, even of the most regrettable variety and Ernest Goes to Africa is a deeply unfortunate enterprise. 

At the risk of stating the obvious, Ernest NEVER should have gone to Africa. It’s a terrible idea for any number of reasons, most having to do with race and racism. 

During the Touchstone years Disney perversely insisted that Ernest be as sexless and devoid of genitalia as a Ken doll. They couldn’t handle Varney’s raw sexuality and big dick energy so they castrated him creatively. 

In Ernest Goes to Africa Ernest has a love interest who scores nearly as much screen time as he does but her presence suggests that Disney was right. 

Linda Kash, who appeared in two previous Ernest adventures in different roles, plays female lead Rene Loomis. She’s a small town waitress who longs to escape her humdrum little world for a life of adventure and intrigue. 

Ernest, who honestly comes off as a bit of an incel here, nurses a desperate crush on the food-slinging dreamer but she rejects him for not being worldly or exciting enough, for being a quintessential “Nice Guy” instead of a studly, womanizing “Chad.”

Our hillbilly hero unfortunately cannot take no for an answer so he goes to a flea market to buy her a present and, through complications too stupid to go into, ends up somehow stumbling across two massive diamonds collectively known as Eyes of Igoli, which are sacred to the Sinkatutu tribe of Africa. 

Ernest Goes to Africa offers audiences an Indiana Jones-style adventure with all of the racism, colonialism and ancient stereotypes and none of the adventure or fun. What Ernest Goes to Africa does have is a level of violence and brutality wildly inappropriate for a movie pitched exclusively to small, stupid children. 

It’s filled with knives and deadly snakes and crude caricatures of sweaty, desperate criminality squaring off against one another in a pointless quest for the MacGuffin at the film’s core. 

Ernest Goes to Africa depicts its setting as a violent realm of barbarism and brutality populated by heartless criminals eager to murder adversaries with poisonous snakes, shiny, gleaming knives or various other instruments of deadly destruction. 

I’m talking about sinister figures out of the imperialist imagination like Bazoo, a dark skinned African enforcer who takes great delight in terrorizing people on behalf of a white boss who treats him with undisguised contempt. 

Bazoo really wants to physically and/or sexually assault Rene but this is a PG rated Ernest movie for the whole family so there are clear intimations of sexual violence but never anything explicit. 

You know, for kids! 

Life is cheap and death is everywhere here. That’s a strange, unfortunate choice for a movie about a formerly lovable and previously amusing country-fried goober. 

An oblivious Ernest turns the diamonds everyone wants into a yo-yo without realizing that the stones he bought for a dollar are priceless treasures. 

Ernest is dumb enough to leave his name and whereabouts at the flea market stall where he unknowingly bought the Eyes of Igoli from a sleeping merchant.

Shortly after Rene rejects Ernest for being “just a small town ordinary schmo” they’re kidnapped and taken to Africa by bad guys convinced that they know the location of the sought after jewels. 

For reasons I cannot begin to understand, in the 1980s and 1990s broad comedies targeted at kids and family audiences were inexplicably obsessed with the international black market for precious jewels and filled with diamond smuggling subplots no one could possibly care about. 

Ernest Goes to Africa is sadly representative of this curious breed although, to be fair, making this Ernest adventure diamond smuggling-themed does facilitate much of the racism and violence that are its peculiar raison d’etre.

Ernest and his would-be girlfriend end up pawns in a high stakes war between vicious smuggler Mr. Thompson (Jamie Bartlett), Bazoo’s rage-poisoned boss, and  Prince Kazim (Robert Whitehead), a sleazy royal obsessed with tracking down the Eyes of Egoli. 

To find Rene Ernest slathers on darkening make-up, makes a turban out of what appears to be a towel, borrows Peter Sellers’ accent from The Party and does brown face as  “Hey-Yu.”

I had a strong hunch that Ernest Goes to Africa would prominently involve either brown face or blackface despite it being released in 1997 and not 1927.

That’s the implicit threat of the film’s title and premise. Since Ernest Goes to Africa is every bit as bad, racist and problematic as you think it would be, if not worse, it most assuredly does includes unconscionable and unforgivable, not to mention un-funny brownface when Ernest darkens up to portray a sniveling sycophant derided as a filthy urchin by the criminal scum he’s trying to impress. 

I’m not angry at you, Ernest, just disappointed

The subterfuge and role-playing continues when Ernest resurrects his gloomy, hectoring Aunt Nelda character before Ernest goes undercover as a harem girl in Prince Kazim’s harem in a set-piece that seems to last several days, if not months. 

Ernest tries to communicate with a South African tribe through a crude approximation of 1970s jive talk, addressing them as “homies” and asking “What is happening?” They initially propose ripping his arms off and chopping off his legs before smacking him on the head with a stick, knocking him unconscious before being inexplicably won over by his hillbilly shtick. 

In a running gag that limps, Ernest is forever talking about turning on the old “Worrell charm” when he’s never been less charming or appealing. 

Ernest Goes to Africa ends with its female romantic lead rejecting its male romantic lead in favor of a boring nobody whose only real strength is that he’s not Ernest P. Worrell. It’s a perverse anti-climax that seems to acknowledge that its hero has never been less appealing. 

Ernest Goes to Africa isn’t just sub-theatrical quality. It’s sub-direct-to-video as well. When people think of Ernest movies as dumb and embarrassing, unfunny and vulgar, this is what they’re talking about. 

I never thought I would write these word, but this African-themed, late-period Ernest movie is more than quite poor: it’s an abomination.