One knows going into this film that the comedy will be broad. That being said, Harold Ramis doesn't seem to be able to hit the broad side of the comedy barn. I might have expected at least some pithy and quotable dialogue, a la Judd Apatow (who produces), but alas, I can't remember a single phrase from this film. The jokes are stale (foreskin humor! Jews being bad athletes!) and the scenes are poorly edited. Some scenes don't even resolve themselves before moving on to the next. An early scene involving Michael Cera and a snake cuts to the next scene without any explanation as to what became of either. The actors display all the self-indulgence of a Judd Apatow film, without any of the comic rewards. If only the film makers had taken a bite from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, they might have known how bad this movie was destined to be.
