Chill Factor boasts a premise so horrifyingly banal that it seems less like the plot of a movie than a proposal a screenwriter would put in the mouth of a clueless producer character to illustrate Hollywood's humorous lack of creativity. The film revolves around two working-class louts (Cuba Gooding Jr. and Skeet Ulrich, an action-comedy team nobody has been waiting for) who stumble upon an enormously destructive device that will explode if it reaches a temperature above 50 degrees. Needless to say, this Leslie Nielsen-worthy plot somehow necessitates something like 45 minutes of ponderous exposition before the charmless, luckless duo even takes it on the road. As an unintentional send-up of the predictability and wretchedness of modern action-comedies, Chill Factor is hilarious. Sadly, however, no one involved seems to realize the silliness and transgressive stupidity of its sub-direct-to-video-thriller script. A good indication of the level of thought that went into Chill Factor is a solid 20-minute stretch in which nearly every word out of Oscar-winner Gooding's mouth is either "Oh, shit!" or "Oh, fuck!" His relentless cursing might have worked had it served as some sort of running gag, but it's more likely that no one involved could think of anything wittier for the beloved Pepsi One pitchman to say. With its one-dimensional characters, frequent and unmotivated explosions—it's as if producers demanded that something blow up every 20 minutes regardless of what's going on—and lack of suspense, Chill Factor is unintentional self-parody in its highest form. For the masochistic, it's a Jack Frost-level gem. For those who like to stick to good movies, avoid it at all costs.