Most critics come away amused and not much more, which for a gross-out comedy is roughly the point. The reviews lean positive by two to one, and the praise clusters on the same things: the raunch is delivered with confidence, the pace is brisk, and the whole thing sits comfortably in the Animal House and American Pie line without embarrassing itself. Tom Green’s offbeat narration and DJ Qualls are the performers most often singled out, and Variety credits director Phillips with balancing beery chaos against some sly calculation about what will land.
The reservations are about structure rather than taste. Several reviews call the plot thin or contrived and the film formulaic, a string of set pieces on wheels. Sight and Sound wants sharper punchlines, RogerEbert.com finds the mix of sweetness and raunch uneasy, and The AV Club thinks the jokes simply do not land. The spread is moderate: nobody raves and nobody despises it.
