It's finally happened: A ''fun'' ''youth'' ''movie'' so gangrenous, it should never be viewed -- not ironically (despite the sublimely moronic title), not drunkenly (despite the subject matter), not even at gunpoint (death is preferable). An expelled law student (Raider, toothily laboring under the delusion that this made-for-MTV crapathon is his Cocktail) makes a mint helping kegged-out beach rats with their legal problems, a setup that prompts much breaking of wind and blowing of chunks -- but (frat-house pervs take note) no nudity from the fraudulently monikered Busy Philipps.


Add your comment
The rules: Keep it clean, and stay on the subject or we might delete your comment. If you see inappropriate language, e-mail us. An asterisk * indicates a required field.