Miss March
Review - Leslie Hurst for The Mungles on Movies
Imagine waking up from a four-year coma. How different would your world be? What did you miss? Would everything be great, or would you rather just go back under? Miss March is the kind of movie that makes me wish I had a coma that erased the 90 mins of my life that I sat in the theater watching it.
Eugene Pratt wakes up from a coma to find that his virginal high school sweetheart is a Playboy centerfold. In an effort to win her back, Eugene and his porn-obsessed friend Tucker travel cross-country to the Playboy mansion. On the way, they flee from crazed firemen and get help from very unlikely sources.
I knew that this would be an awful movie when I walked in the theater and they were collecting brains at the door. Apparently, you don't need it to see this movie. It's another sexual innuendo filled movie for the sex crazed. While I will grant that there are hilarious moments that will have you rolling, the plot is shockingly thin and relies on ridiculous gags to keep it afloat.
Save your money and your mind by staying home or seeing another movie. It's not worth it. Miss March is rated R for strong crude and sexual content, nudity, pervasive language, and some drug use. I'd rather that it be rated X for do not see this movie. I give Miss March 1.5 axe welding firemen out of 5. |
