I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell

Nominally a gross-out guy-bonding comedy, the film often feels like an attempt to establish an insanity motive for some future crime.

Even the least discerning fans of lowbrow comedy will need to start digging in order to reach the level achieved by this American indie comedy about three Texan friends on a pre-wedding bender.

You could get angry that a guy like this even got a chance. Or you could just forget about him, and move on to something worthwhile.

Might be the most hypocritical feature in the history of film as well as the history of hypocrisy, and along with serving beer, I hope they show I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell in hell.

Tucker Max's only real strengths are his outrageousness and his uncompromising self-confidence, but neither comes into play in this punch-pulling, frankly boring film.

There are moments of rough comic brilliance scattered throughout, but really, this particular antihero is all anti- and zero hero.

True life and humor do make an appearance, though the morals contain an unlikely fairytale aspect for such atrocious actions, and the laughs come from disgust and shock.

This movie doesn't know the first thing about comic timing. It's tone deaf, tasteless and irrational material that has all the misplaced arrogance of a rebellious high school drop-out who thinks he or she is too ahead of the game for people to understand.

It is rare that I find a film with no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

Mildly amusing, although not the timelessly anarchic, Hangover-style comedy it clearly wants to be.