They don't have a clue, do they? They just don't have a clue. Look at the "feminist" handing out leaflets outside a party at the start - that's what feminists do, isn't it: hand out leaflets? And they talk about the "objectification" of women, don't they? That's as much as the writers seem to have grasped; even though I wouldn't have the first idea how to construct a screenplay, I think I could write a more pointed parody, of ANY viewpoint at all, while half-asleep and drunk. And this lazily sketched woman will turn out to be a major character.
For the first forty minutes or so we're served nothing but old leftovers from the bottom shelves of the larder of popular culture, so stale and musty and unappetising it's impossible to tell when they were put there in the first place, or why. The guys are "rowdy" (that's it, that's all they are); the chicks sit around in a circle and talk chick stuff. It's excruciating.
Towards the end there's the odd touch of humour and the story turns unexpectedly sweet, sort of, in a kind of a way; and this feels good, even refreshing, as you'd expect mediocrity to feel after a painful ordeal of laboured badness.
But comparatively good isn't the same thing as good. Is there anything REALLY good about the movie? Yes, there is: the poster. It has an unusually clever design as movie posters go. I like it. I also like the fact that it doesn't constitute false advertising: it doesn't make the movie look as though it will be anything other than a dog. Or as the screenplay so wittily puts it in Greek letters, a delta omicron gamma. Ho ho.
For the first forty minutes or so we're served nothing but old leftovers from the bottom shelves of the larder of popular culture, so stale and musty and unappetising it's impossible to tell when they were put there in the first place, or why. The guys are "rowdy" (that's it, that's all they are); the chicks sit around in a circle and talk chick stuff. It's excruciating.
Towards the end there's the odd touch of humour and the story turns unexpectedly sweet, sort of, in a kind of a way; and this feels good, even refreshing, as you'd expect mediocrity to feel after a painful ordeal of laboured badness.
But comparatively good isn't the same thing as good. Is there anything REALLY good about the movie? Yes, there is: the poster. It has an unusually clever design as movie posters go. I like it. I also like the fact that it doesn't constitute false advertising: it doesn't make the movie look as though it will be anything other than a dog. Or as the screenplay so wittily puts it in Greek letters, a delta omicron gamma. Ho ho.