‘Jury Duty’ (PG-13)

In "Jury Duty," unemployed Pauly Shore, whose shorn hair makes him look like Andre Agassi's idiot brother, eagerly accepts his civic summons in a multiple-murder case, so he can enjoy free, sequestered room and board at a hotel. The only dissenter in an apparently guilty verdict, he holds out against his fellow, thumbs-down jurors (including gratuitous love interest Tia Carrere) for the sake of champagne, good linen and daily shows of "Jeopardy!" But he's just holding up the movie.

Maybe "Jury Duty" (like Shore's disastrously dull "In the Army Now") is a personal challenge—to see if his improvisations (so brief, they're soundbites) can raise comedy from the dead. They can't.

Shore's performance, which consists of some laid-back screaming, a little strip-dancing, some drooling and snoring during the trial, an in-drag meeting with the killer (when he gets an inkling the guy might be innocent), extremely dull repartee with his pooch (who loves "Jeopardy!" Could you just die?), and two or three references to a certain famous murder trial occupying the TV screens of America, is an open-and-shut case for complete dismissal.

JURY DUTY (PG-13) — Contains frequent acts of lewdness and partial male nudity.