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The story quickly -- and I mean quickly -- devolves into an unimaginative high school retread.
This is dreadful. This is a pathetic excuse for a movie.
The script by Larry Doyle, based on his novel, has some smart flashes, and a few of the young performers resemble real people and not the usual prefab teen idols.
This unfunny, unoriginal, charmless teen comedy is so stunningly awful from start to finish, it's amazing to think its director has made a single film before, much less a dozen.
A flat, tired rehash of teen movie story tropes, the film attempts to have it both ways by winkingly acknowledging its secondhand origins.
One high school graduation party that you won't want to attend.
Columbus tries to bridge the gap between the 80s and the modern teen flicks from Judd Apatow, but it never quite hits its mark.
It so desperately wants to be an '80s high-school romp, yet comes across as a film made by people who have never even seen one.
It's nothing but a painful, tedious, cruel, and mean spirited exercise in sadism that actually tries to transform child molestation in to a comedic bit...
The movie could have been much improved by slicing a few frames from each shot, and reining in Rust's weirdness just a bit%u2014so as to not contribute to the lumbering, hallucinogenic feel of his initial characterization.
Sweet, funny, and smart in unexpected ways
A bimbo pride teen comedy whose cheerleader girl entourage of shallow sexpots gets enlightened too, about how 'useful' and even entertaining smart geeks with tons of brainy information to spare can be, even if totally lacking in hunk appeal.
A bimbo pride teen comedy whose cheerleader girl entourage of shallow sexpots gets enlightened too, about how 'useful' and even entertaining smart geeks with tons of brainy information to spare can be, even if totally lacking in hunk appeal.
Laughs are in equally short supply as interesting, much less likable, characters.
So much emphasis is put on pratfalling that it leaves the sensitive moments completely stranded, unable to make themselves felt for fear they may get a punch in the mouth.
Mean-spirited and coarse with a shallow girl at its hollow heart, Beth Cooper is Superbad without the super.
This is pretty average stuff.
This adaptation of Larry Doyle's bestseller is too soul-starved and lethally bland to warm the cockles.
We've seen it a million times before, and better. The situations are forced, the script is weak, the pace drags and, frankly, it just isn't funny enough.
A sexed-up, dumbed-down romp that can't decide whether to please undemanding adults, sniggering adolescents or naughty children who shouldn't be watching in the first place.
The mixture of obvious jokes and winsome sentiment pretty much robs the film of any guilty pleasure value it might have provided.
The real problem is that it doesn't have any heart. This is by-the-numbers film-making in which even those moments when the characters step off the merry-go-round to catch their breath feel manufactured.
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