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Miss March


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Miss March

Rated:R
Director:Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore
Cast:Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore, Raquel Alessi, Molly Stanton, Craig Robinson, Holly Hindman
Screen Writer:Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore
Genre:Film

 

Donít worry, the trailers for Miss March (even the fuck-filled red-band version) make the movie look a lot worse than it actually is. Normally the apparent shittiness of an R-rated raunch comedy released mid-March isnít worth much concern, but Miss March is the first film written and directed by its stars Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore, the two most recognizable dudes from IFCís phenomenally warped sketch show The Whitest Kids U Know.

The ads and the plot ó Eugene (Cregger) has an accident on prom night which puts him in a four-year coma and prevents him from losing his virginity to his girlfriend, and by the time he recovers, sheís moved away and become a Playboy centerfold, so his best friend Tucker convinces him to track her down at the Playboy Mansion ó make Miss March look like a third-rate Sex Drive knock-off, but the trailers are (kind of) misleading. Most of the previewís lame jokes (the Hugh Hefner cameo, the lesbian chick picking a lock with her tongue) still fall flat, and the storyline still seems like it was conceived over a single joint in a high-school locker room, but many of the filmís better gags are either too bizarre or too vulgar for mass marketing. (And the best, Robinsonís MC named Horsedick Dot Mpeg, for example, are a combination of both.)

Itís quickly apparent that Cregger and Moore arenít yet confident in their ability to adapt their disturbed sense of humor from fragmented two-minute sketches to a feature-length film. The character arcs and narrative structure were apparently copied directly from Write Movies the Soulless Studio Way, and if it werenít for the inspired insanity between forced plot points, Miss March would be a direct-to-video American Pie sequel. Cregger and Moore hit most of the required road-trip sex-comedy stops (though the films is surprisingly light on substance abuse and bare boobs) and even learn an Important Lesson, but in between, theyíre hunted by a seizure-prone girlfriend and ax-happy firefighters in search of a blood sacrifice. Fans of the show will be relieved, fans of sub-standard dick comedy will most likely be confused, and fans of neither are justified missing Miss March altogether.

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