Sunday, September 16, 2012
"The Inbetweeners" is excrement with a British accent, the kind of gross-out who-can-get-laid-most teen comedy that doesn't grasp the difference between vulgarity in the service of inherently funny material and vulgarity as the source of the laughs. I mean, yeah, I've always hung out with the smart kids, but after about age twelve I think all of us are past the point of giggling anytime some stunted teenager tosses off an F-bomb or some braggadocious sex talk. If "The Inbetweeners" had been made in America by a Hollywood studio, it would have a single-digit fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes. Anybody who says he liked it has been told he is supposed to like it. (Its view of women is so retrograde it's hard to imagine a self-respecting woman claiming to like it.) Smarmy and cynical, it plays like a sixth or seventh sequel to "Porky's."