Excerpt from my new American review of this American pile of crap.
If this film were an action verb: "to kill time." Not pass time. Ruthlessly murder it. Mercilessly suck the existence out of every second that tics by. This movie is the inevitable conclusion to what might be generously referred to as the Weitz brothers' body of "work." I mean, are you really surprised that the makers of American Pie had a moment where they were like "We should totally use our frat boy humor and complete lack of artistic vision to say something about this country!" And no one stopped them. The studio execs made sure the research screenings were full of deaf-mutes.
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