Well, it is finally here. The movie that nobody was waiting for. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, a sub-sub-par Hangover* with no stars based on a shitty blog. Perfect! Hollywood was like, “we’re gonna need a bigger green light!” A friend of mine walked by the exclusive New York sneak preview a few weeks ago and took a photo of the daunting line to get inside.
Ha. Anyway, you’re probably not going to see this movie. Mostly just because I’m sure it’s going to be impossible to get tickets. Variety is reporting that Fandango’s servers crashed this morning. (Variety is not reporting that Fandango’s servers crashed this morning.) But let’s take a look at what people who have seen it are saying!
New York Post:
…the numb vulgar-hipster patter rarely fails to be excruciating.
Ouch. The New York Post! Literally a toilet newspaper!
If ever a movie needed a restraining order issued against it, it’s I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.
Hell is too good for those associated with this movie.
Put down the digital camera, step away from Robert McKee’s guide to screenplays, and get back to ramming your head through Sheetrock during spring break.
I have no idea if they serve beer in hell. But I have some notion of what might be playing at the Hades AMC 20.
But the movie did get some accolades. Like this one, from Reuters:
If for no other reason, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, based on Tucker Max’s blog and best-selling memoir, achieves a certain cinematic distinction by outdoing Dumb and Dumber in sheer grossness and detail with its depiction of the unfortunate effects of explosive diarrhea.
This movie is going to win all the Poopscars.
*Like, if you saw a homeless man holding a sign that said “Please help. Any sub-par Hangover rip-off would be appreciated,” and you tried to hand him a copy of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, he would make a gas face and start cursing at you. That is how sub-par.