Liza Johnson’s film is generally taken with comfy gags that celebrate these men’s ownership of pop culture.
Colin Hanks is an oddly unappealing romantic hero, as he projects a disgruntled peevishness that can suggest malevolence.
Its flaccid, formulaic fantasy is at least more entertaining, and progressive, than the E!‘s rancid The Girls Next Door.
Holy fuckalukadingdong, stoners, Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny makes a very attractive premiere on DVD.
Mike White’s jokes are genuinely cutting, especially when boredom and drugs give way to slippery sexuality.