Beerfest
You might as well just go for a run or play a big family game of Monopoly or something during
the Academy Awards ceremony for 2006 because I'm about to spoil all the mystery for you right
now: Beerfest, the best movie ever made, is going to win in every category including the big
three of Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Sound Editing.
I think that's the third one. I forget... whatever; not important. What is important is that if you
haven't seen Beerfest, than you have and currently are failing to live a fulfilling and happy life.
Beerfest is the fourth movie by the creative tour de force known as the Broken Lizard comedy
troupe, the same troupe that produced the other masterpieces known as Super Troopers and
Club Dread. Beerfest is the stirring and compelling story of five men, a buttload of beer, a whole
lot of beautiful, bouncing, gorgeous breasts and their (not the boobs, the guys) quest to kick
some German ass at common drinking games in a multinational drinking contest. It's kinda like
Fight Club meets Kickboxer only without all the punching and also without Van Damme. (Hey,
did you know that guy has a website? Check it out. It's hysterical; there's a 'news' page only it's
totally blank - awesome. It even has a quiz with three different levels of difficulty. I totally
bombed it on the easiest setting, which I was happy about as such a quiz is like a giant
moron-filter. Anybody who gets more than one or two of those questions right has some major
issues. I'm getting off track here, aren't I?)
If Beerfest still doesn't sound enticing enough, how about this: there's not a speck of an absurd,
superfluous love story to ruin the mood like in most other comedies. It's all brews, bros and
boobs.
Genius.
If you haven't seen this movie, you need to drop what you're doing and RUN to the computer
and add it to your Netflix list. Or head over to whatever corporate death electronics store -
currently staffed by a diverse cast of troglodytic, soulless incompetents - that you choose and
buy it. Once you get it, grab a sixer, roll grandma up to her place by the couch and pop that
puppy into the DVD player. You'll thank me.
You might as well just go for a run or play a big family game of Monopoly or something during
the Academy Awards ceremony for 2006 because I'm about to spoil all the mystery for you right
now: Beerfest, the best movie ever made, is going to win in every category including the big
three of Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Sound Editing.
I think that's the third one. I forget... whatever; not important. What is important is that if you
haven't seen Beerfest, than you have and currently are failing to live a fulfilling and happy life.
Beerfest is the fourth movie by the creative tour de force known as the Broken Lizard comedy
troupe, the same troupe that produced the other masterpieces known as Super Troopers and
Club Dread. Beerfest is the stirring and compelling story of five men, a buttload of beer, a whole
lot of beautiful, bouncing, gorgeous breasts and their (not the boobs, the guys) quest to kick
some German ass at common drinking games in a multinational drinking contest. It's kinda like
Fight Club meets Kickboxer only without all the punching and also without Van Damme. (Hey,
did you know that guy has a website? Check it out. It's hysterical; there's a 'news' page only it's
totally blank - awesome. It even has a quiz with three different levels of difficulty. I totally
bombed it on the easiest setting, which I was happy about as such a quiz is like a giant
moron-filter. Anybody who gets more than one or two of those questions right has some major
issues. I'm getting off track here, aren't I?)
If Beerfest still doesn't sound enticing enough, how about this: there's not a speck of an absurd,
superfluous love story to ruin the mood like in most other comedies. It's all brews, bros and
boobs.
Genius.
If you haven't seen this movie, you need to drop what you're doing and RUN to the computer
and add it to your Netflix list. Or head over to whatever corporate death electronics store -
currently staffed by a diverse cast of troglodytic, soulless incompetents - that you choose and
buy it. Once you get it, grab a sixer, roll grandma up to her place by the couch and pop that
puppy into the DVD player. You'll thank me.
