Road Trip

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Ever since "There's Something About Mary," films directed at dimwitted college kids have been playing a game of tasteless one-upmanship. "American Pie" featured a guy with his penis ensconced in a warm apple pie. Now, "Road Trip" offers Tom Green putting a mouse in his mouth and Seann William Scott (hey, one of the guys in "American Pie") getting a treatment known as "milking the cow."

There are two incredibly annoying things about this film. The first is Tom Green, who isn't an actor, but a comedian. So while anybody who knows of the guy is watching the film, they think to themselves (assuming they CAN think): "That's Tom Green the comedian, not some character!" Indeed, Tom Green plays himself and it's rather stupid.

The second annoying thing about the film is that it's called "Road Trip," but it really isn't a road trip in the true sense. A bunch of guys take off in a car because they have to. It's not a trip; it's more like a rescue mission. See, a tape of Josh (Breckin Meyer) and Beth (Amy Smart) having sex is accidentally sent to Josh's long-time girlfriend, Tiffany (Rachel Blanchard), and Josh has to get from Ithaca, New York, to Austin, Texas, before the tape does. Along for the ride are E.L. (Scott), Rubin (Paulo Costanzo) and a geek named Kyle (DJ Qualls).

The construction of the film is nothing short of idiotic. Director Todd Phillips cuts back and forth between the guys on the road, Tom Green trying to feed a pet snake, and Beth, who's gone off to Massachusetts at the misdirection of Green, who gets Boston and Austin confused. In the end, "Road Trip" offers all the interest and charm of a roadside pit toilet.

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