Slackercore at its peak. It is not high cinema, and barely even passable comedy. However, when it came out it was the continuation of the conversation started by Up In Smoke and continued by Beerfest and Knocked Up (all of which are terrible of course). Artisticly, I think the genre and general vibe of these movies is an important counterbalance to the achievements focused infinite-growth buy-new-shiny undercurrents of our culture. The drunk/high/broke/dumb loser protagonists and the shitty low-brow humour are in some ways a refreshing rejection of obligatory grind capitalist culture. They offer an alternative way of existing: a dropout from trying to be the best, a logically hedonistic response to a cold uncaring meaningless universe, a trauma response to an exploitive society that chews people up and spits them out regardless of how hard they toil.

I'm probably over-analyzing these and they were likely just junk that studios pumpednout to make a cheap buck, but regardless of the intent of their inception I think the "art" is worthy of discussing on its own merits, or rather importantly, lack thereof.

Outside of a really horribly aged joke about a MTF Stripper who self-identifies as a "Gender Challenged Male" dating an FTM guy who has no lines at all, it's a fun time.