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By Melissa Anderson
Published on March 17, 2009 at 1:27pm
"That's four years' worth of poop," a doctor remarks when Eugene (Zach Cregger) voids his bowels upon waking from a coma after his best friend, Tucker (Trevor Moore), wallops him with a baseball bat. He wakes only to discover that his virginal high-school sweetheart is now a Playboy centerfold. Miss March sprays like an exploding colostomy bag for 89 minutes. Only a moron would expect a dude road-trip sex comedy to be more than an aggressive expression of male sexual anxiety.
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