All right, here’s the deal: if you’re easily offended then you might want to stay far, far away from this one. There are some painfully funny moments in the movie, but I probably blushed about as much as I laughed. Actually, I probably blushed MORE than I laughed. And if I wasn’t literally blushing on the outside, then I was blushing on the inside. If there is absolutely nothing in this movie that embarrasses you then you simply have no shame. Whether that’s a badge of honor or not is in the eye of the beholder I suppose.
I will not deny that I laughed quite a bit, but this is a movie that I simply cannot give a blanket recommendation due to its subject matter. If I were to say, “This movie is hilarious, go check it out!” and some sweet, little old church-going lady heads to the theater and has a heart-attack during one of the graphically explicit sex situations, well, that’s just something I don’t need on my conscience.
So how raunchy is it? Hmm, try about 100 times worse than The Wedding Crashers. Honestly. My mom would’ve walked out during the first scene. I feel it’s my duty to at least warn you of what to expect.
There is some cleverly intelligent comedy here, but that’s what I come to expect from the man (Judd Apatow) who had a hand in both Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared. I’m all for making fun of Michael McDonald; the only man whose hair and beard are white enough to give Kenny Rogers a run for his money. Paul Rudd proclaiming, “If I hear Ya Mo Be There one more time I’ll Ya Mo burn this place down,” is hilarious, but it’s one of those things that the majority of the audience won’t appreciate.