EuroTrip
Tits, tits, tits. I don’t recall this much booby in any other non-porn teen flick, except maybe Hot Times at Montclair High, a film that brilliantly took the pesky drama and comedy out of the 80s teen flicks and just left the naughty parts in. Eurotrip? More like EuroTIT!!! Zing!!! I’ll be dining off that joke for a while. Unfortunately we don’t get a glimpse of Michelle’s Trachtenbergs – it’s all random European extras’ breasts, which are nothing to scoff at mind you. And for the ladies there’s a nudie beach full of ugly man penis for your viewing pleasure. See, it’s an equal opportunity nudie-fest (the more savvy among you lady readers can appropriate my previous joke and call the film EuroDICK if you so please). Yes dudes, there’s penis. You take the bad with the good.
Beneath all this flesh there’s a mildly amusing film somewhere to be found. Matt Damon provides a highlight in a glorious cameo I don’t dare ruin (except that I’ve already kind of ruined it by telling you that it happens. Whatcha gonna do about it?), and the film is armed with enough Hasselhoff references, quirky characters, kissing siblings, and jokes at the expense of crazy Europeans (a favourite comedy niche of mine) to make for an okay 'beers & mates' flick.
Buffy’s li'l sister has some good comic potential and it’s a huge relief not to watch her suffer under the groaning weight of another wallowing-teen role. After catching Scott Mechlowicz’s captivating turn in Mean Creek it is somewhat surprising to find he got his break here as the main character, whose quest to find a hot German e-mail fem-buddy takes up on this European romp, but he handles himself well and with as much dignity as one can in such situations.
There’s some comedy pratfalls that result in some tedious sequences – most of them involving the obligatory sex-crazed comic relief best friend who isn’t anywhere near as funny or charmingly smutty as they want him to be. There’s also the dense feeling of ‘next country, more wacky’ as they meet oddball after pervert after eccentric, but you don’t exactly expect a film like this to redefine the art of road-trip style comedy. Its lowest ebb is a German-nazi joke that feels like an afterthought chucked into a scene that didn’t have anything else but exposition going for it, but like all dumb teen comedies they’ve just seemed to have thrown a whole heap of gags and situations up in the air, and some of the stuff is fall-down funny, while some stuff just falls-down. And hey, if nothing works for you, you’re only a few minutes away from the next booby shot. Eurotit. Gold, just gold. Tell your friends (but give me the credit).