This was rude, crude and puerile. And in a strange, perverse way I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank God, because I hated The Hangover. But John Cusack is in it, and any film with John Cusack can never be really truly shit, right? Loved the 80s music and clothes, loved the jokes (apart from some really yuk ones), loved the squirrel, loved Crispin Glover trying to lose his arm, loved how it all worked out at the end and John Cusack ended up with... whoops, spoiler.
"Which colour is Michael Jackson?"

8/10