About halfway into "Land of the Lost," our intrepid time-space travelers stumble into a desert wasteland filled with the half-buried bric-a-brac of human civilization: Ferris wheels and catapults, convertibles and fast food signs, swimming pools and phone booths and ice cream trucks. It's a cultural boneyard. Not at all coincidentally, so's the movie. Genially terrible, "Lost" is lazy, sloppy multiplex filler, good for a few solid giggles and not much more.
Well, it's summer and Will Ferrell is once more upon us, braying the laugh of the wealthy entertainer who plays idiots for a living. "Land of the Lost" is something of an archeological dig itself, repurposed as it is from the much-loved mid-'70s TV show about a family marooned in an alternate universe of dinosaurs and aliens. The series - you can play catch-up on Hulu.com - was the broadcast equivalent of an orange shag rug. The movie picks that rug to shreds and laughs at the pieces.
