Later on, as the guys play checkers, a huge boulder rolls down the mountain, almost completely knocking their cabin off its foundation; that night, a stormy wind blows the roof away and hail falls inside.

After hanging out and bonding with the Rastafarians and being mistaken for his brother by Mudhoney, Mike cavorts around onstage assumed to be Al as he shouts various oddly misspoken political quotes and slogans (culminating to his yelling "KILL WHITEY!"

The next day, Steve and Mike sneak into Drake's home (after dodging some hidden land mines) to watch Al's debate on his TV.

To get this to the people and Al, Mike and Steve borrow Robbie's squad car to get to Governor Tracy's victory party the following day.

As Al and Steve enter a jet to go to a meeting, Mike's jacket gets caught in the plane's door, causing him to be trapped outside while it takes off.

Saturday Night Live creator Lorne Michaels produced the film, which was directed by Wayne's World director Penelope Spheeris.

[3] Having performed an uncredited rewrite on Tommy Boy, Fred Wolf wrote the script for Black Sheep.

[5] Wolf said the studio told him to "deliver a finished script by midnight on Sunday, the last day Chris was contractually allowed to get out of the movie.

[4] Spheeris had notable disagreements with writer Fred Wolf and David Spade throughout the entire production of the film.

Spheeris fired Wolf from the film three times (he was hired back twice by Farley and once by Lorne Michaels), then refused to speak to him and finally banned him from the set.

The combination of bright lights on set and working under sunlight while filming Black Sheep caused permanent damage to David Spade's eyes.

The site's consensus states: "Chris Farley and David Spade reunite to diminishing returns in Black Sheep, a comedic retread that succumbs to a woolly plot and sophomoric jokes.

In his review, Richard Leiby of The Washington Post wrote "Farley and Spade manage to wring humor from a series of juvenile setups and predictable pratfalls.

"[12] Barry Walters of the San Francisco Examiner wrote that "there isn't one shred of slightly intellectual wit" in the film.