'I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell' review

Geoff Stults, Jesse Bradford and Matt Czuchry (Credit: Steve Dietl/Freestyle)

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Taking a short break from his attempt to sleep with girls with various disabilities, Tucker Max (Matt Czuchry) carts his best friend Dan (Geoff Stults) off to a faraway strip club, infuriating Dan's fiancé (Keri Lynn Pratt). Also along for the ride is Drew (Jesse Bradford), who's such a bitter, miserable person that he makes the average Debbie Downer look like Ned Flanders. What ensues is not recommended for a family outing.

The buzz: Adapting the script from his bestselling, supposedly non-fiction book, blogger Max has made quite a career out of being a jackass. Will the movie salute his selfish, obnoxious ways or find a line between charisma and being a total d-bag?

The verdict: Give "Hell" a little credit for being willing to really bounce off the wall ("The Hangover" could have used a little of this debauchery), and I laughed at more than a handful of the off-color jokes while feeling deeply ashamed almost every time. The stuff that's not funny, though, from Tucker's misogyny to Drew's stunningly far-fetched romance with a stripper who finds his anger charming, is almost as bad as the deer-in-headlights performances. There's clever bad taste and there's an unstoppable trail of feces, and one particularly nasty scene in "Hell" makes it very clear what this movie is after.

Did you know? At a bar a girl tells Drew her company is priceless, to which Drew responds, "If it lacks a price, it is probably worthless." Come on, ladies, who wants him?

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