Shitfest 2015: Hot Tub Time Machine 2
Hot Tub Time Machine 2 is the sequel that nobody asked for. A sequel that I didn’t think I would even see the light of day after the absolute pile of wank that Hot Tub Time Machine 1 was. It takes our 3 best buds (Rob Corddry, Craig Robinson, Clark Duke) minus the only reason to really watch the first one (John Cusack) and sends them into the future to solve a murder mystery. It can’t be that bad – can it? The first film was surprisingly successful; who would have thought that so many people would be into crude homophobic, sexist humour riddled with bouts of vomit, piss and shit jokes. Oh jokes… I get jokes…
I would get them, if there were any to get. It was quite simply one of the most excruciatingly unfunny movie experiences I have ever had.
Maybe the second one will take the criticism on board, and turn it around – I mean, sequels are usually better than the originals – right? Nope. Within the first few seconds there’s already a nipple joke. I’m not sure what sort of audience this is meant for, people who will lose their shit at the mere thought of a nipple on the screen. A male nipple at that. HAHAHA. This turgid monstrosity picks up where it left off with utter nonsense and unfunny tripe, only further emphasised by the ‘hilarious’ penis joke, as a ‘dick and balls’ are pushed up against a window only a mere 8 minutes into the film. Start as you mean to go on, by all means.