Miss March

Given how slavish this film is to the Playboy ethos—Hef even shows up with wisdom about every woman’s “inner bunny”—Miss March is a dickless wonder, particularly regarding titillation. (You can count the instances of nudity on one stumpy hand.) These blow-job and bowels jokes must have seemed funny to cowriters Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore, who also directed the thing and play its twentysomething chumps on a cross-country pinup quest. The resultant stinker imposes a scary silence on audiences. In the wake of last year’s raunchy yet sweet Sex Drive, sophomoric-humor stakes are much higher.
—Joshua Rothkopf

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