Miss March (2009)
Miss March (2009)

Genre: Comedy Running Time: 1 hr. 29 min.

Release Date: March 13th, 2009 MPAA Rating: R

Director: Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore Actors: Zach Cregger, Trevor Moore, Craig Robinson, Raquel Alessi, Sara Jean Underwood, Hugh Hefner




iss March” utilizes both lewd gags and random bursts of imbecilic humor. This style of comedy will easily appeal to some and completely disgust others. For those who have jumped aboard the recent gross-out comedy bandwagon, characterized by short bouts of real humor sandwiched between squalidly immoral excesses, the first feature film from the creators of “The Whitest Kids You Know” might be exactly what they’re looking for. As a lengthier expansion on the comedians’ recognizable skits, the sum of this film’s parts can’t maintain the quality of the popular sketch comedy show.

On prom night, minutes before he’s about to lose his virginity to longtime girlfriend Cindi (Raquel Alessi), Eugene (Zach Cregger) falls down a flight of stairs and winds up in a coma. Four years pass and the bewildered youth awakens to find that all of his friends and family have abandoned him, except for his maniacal, sex-obsessed buddy Tucker (Trevor Moore). Together, the mismatched duo embarks on a desperately deranged road trip to the Playboy Mansion to reunite the traumatized youth with Cindi, who is now Playmate of the Month.

Vulgar comedy only surpasses its simplicities when the characters involved are actually relatable or worthy of sympathy. The immature humor found throughout “Miss March” falls a little shorter than its true recycled nature, due to the two main protagonists and their overly despicable presentations. Neither straight man Eugene nor funny man Tucker succeed in overcoming their annoyingly expected stereotyped traits, while every feeble attempt at redemption falls on eyes blinded by indifference.

Perhaps what’s most impressive about “Miss March” is the amount of questionable activities the creators manage to squeeze into an R-rated film. It’s done in a comedic, unrealistic manner, but “pushing the envelope” isn’t a phrase extreme enough to accurately describe some of the taboo endeavors. Sadly, the gratuitous female nudity anticipated from a film shot at the Playboy Mansion and replicating a full-blown Hugh Hefner party is minimal, forcing the obnoxious and insufficient buffoonery (along with pervasive language) to be relied upon far too heavily.

– The Massie Twins

  • 3/10