Movie review: 'Hall Pass' a predictably raunchy romp


Posted February 28, 2011 by Gene Triplett Comment on this article Leave a comment
(L-r) OWEN WILSON as Rick and JASON SUDEIKIS as Fred in New Line Cinema’s comedy “HALL PASS,” a Warner Bros. Pictures release.
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(L-r) OWEN WILSON as Rick and JASON SUDEIKIS as Fred in New Line Cinema’s comedy “HALL PASS,” a Warner Bros. Pictures release. PHOTOGRAPHS TO BE USED SOLELY FOR ADVERTISING, PROMOTION, PUBLICITY OR REVIEWS OF THIS SPECIFIC MOTION PICTURE AND TO REMAIN THE PROPERTY OF THE STUDIO. NOT FOR SALE OR REDISTRIBUTION
The Farrelly brothers are back for another raunchy romp replete with irreverent, outrageous, colossally crude humor in “Hall Pass.”

This time they explore the dirty mind of the seven-year-itchy married man with Owen Wilson and Jason Sudeikis (“Saturday Night Live”) as Rick and Fred, respectively, two guys who can’t keep their eyes from wandering whenever shapely young women cross their sightlines. Trouble is, they’re not very subtle about it in front of their wives, who finally resort to the drastic measure of granting their husbands a “hall pass” — a green light to commit all the adultery they can manage for one whole week, just to get it out of their systems.

Of course, the wives (Jenna Fischer and Christina Applegate) are gambling that the boys will quickly learn that the swinging singles world they’re imagining out there has nothing to do with reality, and that they will fail miserably and sheepishly return to the fold, disappointed, contrite and with a renewed appreciation for what they have at home.

The wives have called it right, because the tragically unhip Rick and Fred take the first misguided step of choosing such places as the bars at Applebee’s and Chili’s for “cruising chicks.” It gradually begins to dawn on these born-again bachelors that pickup lines from questionable “how to” sources (“How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice! Hi, my name’s Fred, can I buy you a drink?” and “Do you think these bar napkins smell like chloroform?”) and prop helmets (“Because chicks dig motorcycles”) just aren’t fazing their female targets.

The game has changed in their 20-year absence, along with the amount of partying their systems can withstand before they crash-land for the night, and before they know it their allotted week of freedom is running out, with nothing but a series of hangovers, a stoned golf course fiasco and a bruising encounter with a giant jealous boyfriend to show for it.

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