This movie is stupid. The title isn't lying to you. However, I grew up on Ernest movies. I don't even know if anyone under the age of 29 knows who he is – he's not quite as iconic a character as, say, Pee-Wee Herman, but the immensely talented, dearly missed Jim Varney was a legend of physical comedy. In this Ernest-driven spectacular, an old curse reawakens a monster with an obsession for children, and the inestimable Eartha Kitt helps to save the day.