“I’m walkin’ here!!!”
“How much do clothes cost in the Matrix?”
Fantastic. I’d describe this as one of the Minor Happy Madison texts (by virtue of Sandler’s absence), but this movie made such a significant impact on me as a teenager. Arguably, it means even more to me as an a adult who smokes weed, works in video games, and wants metal legs.
A tapestry and an ensemble of man-children, old ladies, Zenned-out C-suite executives, drug dealers, milk maids, burnouts, bikers, gamers, girlbosses,…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I’ve seen Eurotrip more times than I can count… I remember watching it at a sleepover and then it just taking over my friend group’s vocabulary. For example: one of my childhood friends is basically named Uncle Moke now. My brother used to watch this movie on his iPod video during schoolbus rides, it warped his mind irreparably. So take all of the following with a grain of salt.
This is one of the few mid-aughts, mid-budget, mid-brow raunchy…