The self-referential pop-culture meta-jokes run fast and furious in this mess of a film for the ADD adderal-adled generation. Imagine if Scott Pilgrim forcibly had his way with Heathers. Now imagine that... On drugs and you won't even come close to the ridiculous little idocracy/deconstruction of genre movie isotopes. Perhaps a few laughs are to be had scattered amongst the running time but that's only playing to the law of averages as the 'film' plays fast and loose with anything approaching a comprehend able story and thus it's scatter-shot jokes are sure to hit the bullseye at some points. Alas the ratio sadly skews to the awkward missing side, consider this an experimental hipster failure if you must, I'm more likely to think it a "Not Another Teen Movie" lamester parody.
PS: Dane Cook is awful, just throwing that out there
PS: Dane Cook is awful, just throwing that out there