It’s fitting that Ozzy Osbourne and his family have a cameo in this third installment in Mike Myers’ spy-spoof franchise. Like the comedian’s randy hero, they went from being a highly entertaining curiosity to haunting my every waking moment. The frequently flat Goldmember showcases little of the original film’s scattershot brilliance, existing only as further evidence that once Hollywood learns you have a taste for something, get ready to be force-fed that something until you’re sick to your stomach.
