I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell (2009) 1/2

I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is yet another in the continuation of films trying to carry the jock of the film known as Bachelor Party, failing miserably in the process. The basic premise is that Drew (Jesse Bradford) is getting married, but his fiance doesn't want him going to a strip club three hours away. The local strippers are fine, but not elsewhere. Maybe she worked there or something. I don't know, but serial sex pervert Tucker (Max Czuchry) has other plans, which include using his friends impending marriage as an excuse to go far, far away and hump a midget stripper. Throw in Drew (Geoff Stults), who is the token guy who just got dumped and hates all women (remember Bachelor Party?). All hell breaks loose, there's anger, there's midget sex, and everything works out in the end. Right?

Now the first mistake that will happen is the comparisons with The Hangover. First, The Hangover was actually funny with a plot that worked. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is shit, a massive, steaming pile of crap that just sits there waiting for the next crap scene that makes little sense. The acting is garbage, the script is worthy of a nice flushing with characters that are not even one dimension. Can we go to fractions on this? The characters did the same schtick for the 90 plus minutes of the film, even until they have their moments of clarity. This movie goes no where, which is fine when the film is actually funny. Hell will be 24 hour showings of this film and Spider-man 3 over and over again. Hitler is probably watching this film right now.