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Chicks, Man

(1999)

This movie sucks, man. It's mainly about this skinhead guy who's in love with some brunette, and his retarded and/or fag roommate who won't stick it in this other chick (even though she's practically putting an ad in the newspaper saying she wants it) because he's still in love with his ass-ugly ex-girlfriend. You don't have to watch many movies to know that everyone is going to spend the rest of this one pissing & moaning and having these conversations that are supposed to be all meaningful and witty and shit but are about as clever as the conversation you had with the cashier at Taco Bell today when he overcharged you for your Nachos Bellgrande. All the idiots in these fucking kinds of movies just do the same stupid shit your friends do, except you don't know these people so you don't actually have to pretend you care what happens to any of them. A movie called "Chicks, Man" should at the very least have naked chicks in it, and there are a couple here that would definitely be worth walking in on in the shower, but of course there's not a boob to be seen. Frankly I've had it up to my dick with movies like this. They need to stop making all these flicks where people spend the whole time whining about sex and come up with a few where they just have some already, or at the very least one where somebody gets sick of all the angst or whatever and blows everyone else away with a rocket launcher.