The adventures of Tucker Max, his sexual escapades and how his selfish antics bring him and his two friends on the craziest bachelor party that goes awry. This is the basis for the novel adaptation of the NY Times bestseller ‘I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell’. Through the swirl of sex, booze and midgets, the film version falls flat on its face.
The film suffers the most with its own plot. Though the antics of Tucker and his friends are humorous to a certain extent, it becomes a tad too shallow and over the top to believe that this had happened for real. The characters’ stereotypes are drawn out so much to an extent that if ever faced with any of them in person you would probably want to run to the other end of the bar.
What should be saluted is Matt Czuchry’s portrayal of the obnoxious and blunt Tucker Max which he completely pins down. Jesse Bradford comes off as a unlikable and bitter man who tries to open up with other human beings but at the end falls into the same pattern he was in before.
One of the major flaws of the story is that even though it pushes for change from all of the characters, each one of them jumps back into how they were at the beginning of the film, not learning anything at all. Trying to throw a small amount of heart into this film is like trying to make charcoal look like paint, making this film a first draft reject of the popular sleeper summer hit “The Hangover”.
Bob Gosse does little with the direction of this film, relying on the actors to go to the beat of their own drum which rarely works. The cinematography and production design was far better than expected with a mainly lackluster feature. Enriching the screen with soft or vibrant colors and simple yet bold settings, this made you wish that the rest of said flick was up to par.
This low budget independent feature should have went through a couple of more drafts before going out into full production. The faltering story line, the one or two dimensional characters and bland direction make up for a yawn worthy film.
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