More perverted teenagers, more forced vulgarity. If you liked "Knocked Up"....

That would be the total sum of my review if it weren't for the ten line requirement. So let's see...

As with "Virgin" and "Knocked Up", endless, jokeless, hard-core sex references; completely spit-out-of-a-computer movie smart-asses; a pair of keystone cops that make the ones from "Police Academy" look like decorated CIA agents; a deplorably stupid daydream sequence involving a character's throat being slashed; a character obsessed with drawing male dongs?? Not to mention the most plot less screenplay since "Beer League". This features three high-school dunces spending an entire night trying to get to a party. Yep. That's it. And their numerous run-ins with hilarity which include standing outside a convenience store for a half hour and getting menstrual blood on their clothes. No, really.

And 'McLovin'???? This is high-grade humor to people??!!

Plus a glaring annoyance: what's with a group of early-20s filmmakers being obsessed with the 70s and 80s? Disco-ish soundtrack is out of place, as are the anachronisms; a kid who was 11-years-old in the year 2000 *COULD NOT* have had a Ghostbusters lunchbox. Get friggin' real.

I will say this: the character of Evan is the only thing close to resembling a realistic (or *remotely* likable) character, who actually speaks with sincerity and thoughtfullness. When he FINALLY lays into his buddy detailing what a dumb-John he is, the film got (gasp!) authentic for a second.

But the character of Seth is one of the more hateful and intolerable since Stiffler of the "American Pie" films. A nauseating drone who YELLS his dialogue at everybody, which is nothing but a series of desperately profane insults and imbecilic bodily nicknames. Seriously, this refuse reeks of having been written in less than 24 hours.

*ONLY* redeeming trait is the retro Columbia Pictures logo at the start, along with a kicky groove to begin things. It's quickly undermined (and erased) as soon as the script kicks in. But as mentioned in the summary, I'm done with the Apatow assembly-line of redundant vagina-inspired comedies.