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Enjoy fratcoms but find them a touch too progressive? Try this.
Based on the true misadventures of boorish blogger Tucker Max (Matt Czuchry), it’s a truly noxious pant-smear of a movie.
On a bachelor party trip to a Salem strip joint, Tucker and his proto-sexpest mates abuse all manner of “sluts”, “whores” and “cum dumpsters”, before our hero – a psychopathic cock who channels both Stifler and Patrick Bateman – receives his sticky, diarrhoea-spattered comeuppance.
The real-life Max calls his nasty oeuvre “fratire”, but the real joke’s on anyone who blows their hard-earned on this misogynist tract.
Matt Glasby is a freelance film and TV journalist. You can find his work on Total Film - in print and online - as well as at publications like the Radio Times, Channel 4, DVD REview, Flicks, GQ, Hotdog, Little White Lies, and SFX, among others. He is also the author of several novels, including The Book of Horror: The Anatomy of Fear in Film and Britpop Cinema: From Trainspotting To This Is England.
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