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I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell | Review By Matt R.

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You hope they serve beer in Hell?

I hope they serve Jews in Heaven.

Otherwise, I’ll never get Sammy Davis Jr’s Mac N’ Cheese.

More servitude after the jump.

I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell is a romantic comedy perfect for a first date. If you don’t know the girl that well and she stays until the end, then you have a winner. Or a psychopath. If she runs out midway through, then you can always try to pick up one of the girls who stayed until the end. But she may be a lunatic as well. Or maybe you’re the sociopath who can’t go anywhere without thinking about girls? Stop staring at me grandma.

I only have two rules. One, never play cards with a guy named after a city.  Two, entertain me and we’re all good. This movie made me laugh. Did a lot of the jokes come at the expense of women? Yes. Handicapped? Yup. Might you get offended? Guy or girl, maybe. So what? The most offensive idea is that people can’t choose what to be entertained by on their own.

What’s your porn name? Scott Peterson. Unbelievable quote.

Joey from Hackers easily steals the show with his sardonic one-liners. But even he meets his match in the form of a smart, quick-witted stripper with a heart of Halo and a kid. He doesn’t trust women because his girlfriend cheated on him with Grillionaire, a fantastic cameo from Paul Wall.

So the dudes go out and have a wild night of drinking, girls, and debauchery for a bachelor party, an idea that hasn’t been original since, well Bachelor Party. No surprise there. But I knew the ship was going to sink going into Titanic and I still cried like Adam Morrison when the iceberg won. It’s all about the journey folks.

Is this movie going to revolutionize the buddy comedy? Nope. We already reached the high water mark of that with Rush Hour. But if you can take the insults with a grain of tequila salt and don’t mind gratuitous shit scenes, you’ll find something to like in here.

Side note. Tucker Max is an asshole, but he’s the entertaining kind. For all you wannabes, the worst sin you can commit is being unoriginal. So don’t think you should go around acting like a prick to the ladies. It’s like the opening warning of Jackass. Leave the stunts to the professionals.

No ranking. I saw it already; I don’t care what you do.

Tags: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell | Review By Matt R.   |    September 30th, 2009   |