So you read these reviews in like EW and stuff, and they’re all “Oh, that Apatow guy has this insight into the human condition, and his movies are all deep and interesting and stuff, not just shallow raunchy teen sex comedies,” and you’re like, well, that could be good. And then you see the movie, and you wonder what the fuck movie the reviewer watched, because all you see is a shallow raunchy teen sex comedy. I quit watching after five minutes, and honestly even that time was mostly just because I didn’t want to think I’d wasted a Netflix request. But alas, I did. This is the sort of trash that thinks juvenile transgression is interesting in its own right, like Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan.

Note: My desire to ever see the much-lauded Apatow TV show Freaks and Geeks just went down another three notches, and is now lurking somewhere around “burn down the room to avoid watching it, if necessary.”