This vehicle for television actor David Spade is painful to watch, with stiff and awkward performances from its two leads and a lame screenplay punctuated by too few laughs. Only the rotund Artie Lang emerges mostly unscathed in what can only be described as the Chris Farley role, his clueless and vacant visage adding a much-needed dose of humor into the joyless proceedings. That said, his mere presence is a stark reminder of how much the seemingly simple Farley brought to his onscreen pairings with Spade, so there's no way that Lang can win here, standing as he is in the shadow of the late, lamented comic. As good as he is, he's still not enough to rescue this boring enterprise in which Spade plays a tired variation on the milquetoast wannabe ladies' man he plays on the TV series Just Shoot Me. His leading lady is French native Sophie Marceau, who appears to be here solely on the advice of her agent, so utterly disinterested is she in the unfolding story. She fulfills the basic story line need of being beautiful, but that's it. Her flat line readings, total lack of facial expression, and garbled English are a wonder to behold. So poor is her overall grasp of comedy that the mind boggles at her casting. The film's entire plot hinges on the "disappearance" of her diminutive pooch, but frankly, she doesn't seem all that invested in finding the dog, which robs the film of a great deal of the underlying tension that should exist. By the time Spade musters up the energy for a third act impersonation of Neil Diamond, a moment that's supposed to play as triumphant, Lost & Found (1999) has so depleted its audience's goodwill that viewers may well find themselves rooting for the underdog to fail miserably.