RATING:


I wish they served beer in the movie theater because you need to be drunk to enjoy this.

There is literally nothing redeeming whatsoever throughout the excruciating runtime of the film adaptation of “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell.” It’s more low-budget than a tech-ed assignment in high school. It’s supposed to be this totally bro-approved look at the way dudes high-five each other after they say “boobs” or “sex,” but it’s nothing more than a couple of tools gabbing away like they’re on “Sex And The City.”

The 2006 book written by Tucker Max has been passed around like crib notes in the guy realm for years now. It’s offensive, inspirational, funny, jaw-dropping and above all, it won’t make you feel used inside after dropping $7 on it. The film, also written by Max, is one big exercise in fake breasts and the imminent honking of them.

“I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” follows strip club enthusiast Max (Matt Czuchry) and clinically depressed Drew (Jesse Bradford) as they take their fiancé-whipped friend out for his bachelor party.

That’s it. The memorable short stories and exploits that Max partook in his sexually devious memoir is replaced with a plot device that even the most loaded frat boy would deem lame.

In the film, the anti-hero’s hero, Max, takes a backseat to two unnecessary characters. The book worked so well due to the fact that we were immersed in the author’s inebriated, misogynistic mind while he made a fool out of himself. Here, three underdeveloped characters act and talk like they just saw “The Hangover.” One ends up in jail, one goes home with a “Halo”-playing stripper and one has sex with a little person. That’s pretty much the only direction the film goes.

Anyone who has read the book is surely going to be disappointed by this embarrassing cesspool of sex comedy novelties. Max, who in real life is STILL riding the wave of success from his 3-year-old-book, has to know his attempt to go mainstream has failed miserably.

“I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” is hell to watch. Except, instead of eternal damnation, you have to sit through a monologue on maple syrup nuggets.

You decide what’s worse.

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