Take two actors whose last semi-humorous days were twenty-five years ago. Give them a bad script and hackneyed trope that's had more iterations than Oprah's weight-loss programs. Offer the sophistication of a 2nd grade fart joke. Pretend that there's humor involved.

Join me in wishing the yacht had struck a reef, exploded, and killed everyone on board in the first five minutes of this loser saving humanity from this ripe roadkill.