Prithee, sirrah, if one good filme-going gentleman had but the chance to patronize one cinema-movie, a kind and honest friend would have no choice, even when told to swear otherwise at gun-pointe, that Bruce McCulloch's "Stealing Harvard" is the most guffaw-enducing comedyfilmfarce (translated from the German) of the present Terran orbit. Verily, Mssrs. Tom Green (Esq.) and Jason Lee induce laughter of a manic state, fueling McCulloch's ground-breaking crotch, mullet, and cheese-related humors. Where else, good sirs, might one find uproarious scenes involving over-protective ex-POW fathers, botched bank-robberies, or promiscuous trailer-going citizens?
The answer to the query of the previous sentence: No-where.
That is right, friends. By using your movie-scented dollars at the local Magic Lantern theatre to purchase tickets for Mssr. McCulloch's "Stealing Harvard," one stakes one's allegiance with forces of Further Good Cinema. You will justly be rewarded with laughter not reaped from audiences earth-wide since Julia Roberts watched a man expire beautifully in "Dying Young."
The answer to the query of the previous sentence: No-where.
That is right, friends. By using your movie-scented dollars at the local Magic Lantern theatre to purchase tickets for Mssr. McCulloch's "Stealing Harvard," one stakes one's allegiance with forces of Further Good Cinema. You will justly be rewarded with laughter not reaped from audiences earth-wide since Julia Roberts watched a man expire beautifully in "Dying Young."