Road Trip Review
Ah , the college road trip . What japes ! What memories ! The visceral thrill of having to extricate yourself from endless one-way systems by sheer centrifugal force . The strait of the engine seizing up in a traffic jam on the M25 . The lot of RAC operatives openly laughing at the smouldering hunk-of-junk that used to be your car .
Okay , so Britain may not live the best seat to hit the open road in between lectures . Over in America , though , they get to make these matter properly . For one affair , Yank own a damn sight more tarmac to trip on . And , for another , their students look able to equip themselves with vehicles able of travelling further than the close all-night garage . Finally , American females appear happy to videotape their one-night stands – thereby determine up a situation whereby the guy in doubt must travel halfway across the country to retrieve the accidentally-mailed tape before his childhood sweetheart gets the opportunity to find her beau acting hide the salami with a stranger .
This , at least , is what happens in ‘Road Trip ‘ . Although , in accuracy , the ‘plot ‘ is in truth an excuse for our hero , Josh , and his fellow passengers to engage in all manner of antics as they attempt to finance their 1,800-mile New York to Texas trip by donating sperm , cadge a bed at an all-black fraternity , or steal a bus from a school for the blind . Further un-PC weirdness emanates from the picture ‘s narrator – MTV ‘s resident maniac , Tom Green – who sense obliged to add a few tits to his tale whenever the mood bring him .
If all this sounds like The Farrelly Brothers Go To College , then you ‘re pretty much on the money – although director Todd Phillips can take his own gonzo ancestry , have made the documentary ‘Frat House ‘ , which showed American college pupil behave in a manner that make the ‘Road Trip ‘ character face like saint .
He be as well substantially helped by the movie ‘s excellent cast , especially ‘American Pie ‘s Scott who , having lay the entire chunk rolling by propose that Meyer sow his wild oats , effort to cause the poor bastard feel better by prepare out a handy set of ‘cheating rule ‘ : It ‘s not cheating if you ‘re in different region codes ; if you ‘re also devastate to recollect it ; if you ‘re with two masses at the same time because they cancel each other out , etc .
Of course , of track , ‘American Pie ‘ comparison will be make . And , while it ‘s a near tally thing , this film live probably better , thanks to some increasingly knowing digs at the ’80s movie it then fondly mirror . The result , then , deserves to reside somewhere in the same keg-and-vomit-strewn chunk park of wit as ‘National Lampoon ‘s ‘Animal House ‘ , while as well featuring a character-building subtext about the importance of getting all that one can out of life – still if that necessitate have a nurse stick her hand up your arse .
