"Larry" isn't an evil movie, but it is a symptom of the problems inherent in gross-out humor. As with the horror genre -- which has become reliant largely on people figuratively jumping out of closets -- films such as "Larry" have to continually raise the ante, lest they risk being considered tame. At the same time, you have to be a bit of an arrested adolescent to think "Larry" is funny, because there's really nothing new about jokes of the fart, boob or crotch variety.
What "Larry" is, in a sense, is a reworking of the old "Pink Panther" routine, with Larry the Cable Guy as a smarter (really) Inspector Clouseau. When someone is suspected of poisoning local restaurants, only Larry can solve the case, even by accident. His quick-to-boil-over boss, Tatlock (Thomas F. Wilson), plays the Herbert Lom role quite well, and Megyn Price plays the love interest, Jane, who seems to be a woman of many fine qualities. All of which are rendered null and void by her attraction to our hero.