Honouring the Worst Movies of the Noughties - #8: Miss March

Neither male nor female reviewers were convinced by this teenboy comedy - 7/100 on Metacritic's scale.

"Only a moron would expect a dude road-trip-sex comedy to be more than an aggressive expression of male sexual anxiety. But really, when did women become such vile creatures that they must be stabbed in the face with a fork after a botched blowjob, become near roadkill, and drink dog pee (and love it!)?" - Melissa Anderson, L.A. Weekly

"The problem with "Miss March" isn't that it disrespects women: It's that it disrespects poo and tits." - Stephanie Zacharek - Salon

"Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore, who wrote, directed, and star in this crap comedy, are adenoidal smart alecks from the sketch-comedy series The Whitest Kids U Know. As it turns out, they're also the meanest and least inspired kids U know" - J.R. Jones, Chicago Reader

"You know, we’re the country that gave the world jazz and abstract expressionism and Orson Welles. We invented basketball and hip-hop. Now we export adolescent comedy garbage and hope the world won’t notice. No wonder everyone hates us." - Jeff Rosenblatt, Austin Chronicle