#1. Cheap I Hope They Serve Beer in HellBy TCFHE

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For binge-drinking frat-boy types and the women who love them. This film adaptation is something else: a mediocre gross-out movie that barely pushes the envelope. However, if you're a frat boy who loves beer or just get that humor then you'll enjoy this.

An early scene follows the author, Tucker (Matt Czuchry) and his buddies Drew (Jesse Bradford) and Dan (Geoff Stults) into a bar where Tucker, the threesome's leader and provocateur, initiates flirtatious verbal warfare. After he rudely assesses the physical attributes of the women within earshot, insults and epithets begin to fly. Except for one plain goody-two-shoes, who is offended by Tucker's fondness for sexist trash talk, the women fight back.

This is also no better than a dozen other Hollywood guy movies like "The Hangover." Mr. Czuchry is also less of a jock than the author he plays. A tarnished towheaded angel with a maniacal grin, Mr. Czuchry comes across as a potty-mouthed little boy.

The most developed character, the misanthropic Drew, has a heart of gold beneath a sour, suspicious attitude acquired after his traumatic discovery of a girlfriend giving oral sex to a rapper. In the scenes following his hook-up (after an extended verbal skirmish) with Lara (Marika Dominczyk), a stripper and single mother of an adorable tot, the movie turns as squishy sweet as a Disney Christmas film.

The screenplay consists largely of bits and pieces of Mr. Tucker Max's book, many borrowed from the Austin Road Trip section, slapped onto the chronicle of Dan's disastrous bachelor party, arranged by Tucker, in a strip club. While a badly battered Dan lands in jail, his marital future in question, Tucker finds himself dashing naked through a hotel lobby with a case of explosive diarrhea from a can of beer laced with a laxative by a vengeful woman. Need I say more? This unfortunate incident is what may turn off some to the film. Not only is it more uncomfortable to watch than funny, but it's supposed to be the incident that redeems this somewhat heartless protagonist into someone of genuine compassion. I fear it doesn't particularly do the trick, but rather sloppily ruins what could've been of "The Hangover" caliber.

I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell Overview

Based on the best-selling playbook for gettin’ some, this uproarious, unrated release is so shockingly raunchy, it “will leave you gasping (if not gagging) with laughter” (Entertainment Weekly)! Starring Matt Czuchry, Geoff Stults, Jesse Bradford and Traci Lords, and full of bawdy sex and barely legal fun, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell “is the Godfather of raucous, twenty-something comedies” (IGN)!

A connoisseur of fast times and faster women, Tucker Max (Czuchry) unleashes his wit and wants on every unsuspecting female around – from horny hotties to aroused cougars to one amorous dwarf – for one night of non-stop debauchery. But the night gets out of control when the boys meet a stripper who can match their misogynist mouths, and Tucker becomes the butt of a vengeful practical joke. Nothing is sacred in one of the “smartest, most well-written, disgusting, hilarious, endearing, offensive and downright best comedies within its genre to date” (IGN)!


It's a McGriddle, not a Pancakewich. - Nenorc -
I reasonably enjoyed the book, up until the end when it started getting a little tedious. Most of the stories were pretty outrageous, if somewhat repetitive.

This movie, however, has almost nothing in common with the book. It's loosely based on one story in the whole collection. A better platform might have been a series of shorts or something, but trying to tie it all in with the crappiest, lamest story arc I have ever seen was a pretty horrible move. The casting was awful, especially in the part of Drew, the smart-ass, gynophobic, comic-book inclined friend of Tucker. The movie did nothing to capture the essence of the book, which was essentially a huge recollection of drunken rampages. The production values are non-existent. The actors exude no charisma. The characters in the book were somewhat conflicted and always interesting, except for Tucker. The characters in the movie are one-dimensional cardboard cutouts.

I watched this out of sheer horror, like watching an asteroid smash into a playground, or watching a semi-truck carrying litters of puppies burst into flame on the interstate. The whole time I was asking myself: how bad can a movie truly get? I can definitely see why this went straight to DVD.

The saddest part of this sordid affair is Tucker Max himself defending this movie, saying that it has the potential to become a cult classic. If by cult classic he means misunderstood during it's time, or so bad it's great, it's not quite at that level. Expect this at the bargain bin at K-Mart sometime in the near future.