It's always disappointing when a movie that features people with genuine comedic talent turns out to be lame, but in Going Berserk's case, lame takes on a new meaning. It's practically criminal that Berserk is as wretched as it is. With the exception of perhaps two sequences, the film is simply abysmal. Those two exceptions are the kung fu movie send-up and the 1950s sitcom send-up, both of which provide genuine amusement, even if neither one really scores points for originality. Otherwise, the hoped-for sound of guffaws and chuckles and other forms of merriment from the audience is replaced with the frighteningly loud "thud" of gag after gag falling obscenely flat. Speaking of obscene, Berserk also must be noted for the low level of crudeness at which it frequently operates; we're talking the kind of mindset that 10-year-olf boys would find infantile. How all of this could come about when the film features such players as John Candy, Eugene Levy and Richard Libertini is hard to fathom, but Dana Olsen's banal screenplay manages to make it happen. David Steinberg's direction -- flat and boring -- also deserves some of the blame.