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Bad boys behave badly on road trips and bachelor-party weekends, this we know. What constitutes incredibly bad behavior also is widely known, copied, envied and despised. The early hype surrounding I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell – apart from the disgusting marketing campaign – was that the adaptation of Tucker Max’s novels and Internet scribbling would be the be-all, end-all of sophomoric frat-boy humor. It isn’t, unless one considers diarrhea to be riotously funny.
Apart from some truly coarse misogynistic dialogue, Beer in Hell isn’t even as shocking as The Hangover, which at least 50 percent of unofficial Hollywood hopes will be nominated for an Oscar as Best Picture. (I’m still trying to figure out how the chicken got past the spy-cams at Caesars Palace.) Matt Czuchry, Geoff Stults, Jesse Bradford play the naughty lads, who, when they’re not insulting strippers, are practicing the arts of projectile vomiting and public urination. Despite all this wonderful stuff, Beer in Hell tanked at the box office. That’s really all one needs to know about it. The bonus features don’t bring much to the party, either. – Gary Dretzka