A script which screams "I think I'm a lot funnier than I am", Bottoms delivers a mind-boggling hour and a half of conspicuously trying way too hard to fill the gap left in recent years for slapstick, PG-raunchy teen comedy.
The plot, loosely, is that two down-and-out, uncool, gay teenage girls start a fight club for the purpose of hooking up with hot cheerleaders (yes, really). Attempts to satirise football-mad small town high school mentality quickly makes the leap from theatrically grotesque to plain grotesque as this abomination of cinema doesn't so much fall down on itself as float like something which won't flush.
Filled with unlikeable characters and bizarre situations, Bottoms aims for cartoonish absurdity yet unfortunately achieves it only in the sense of having fewer dimensions than a repeating background in a 1960s animation.
The plot, loosely, is that two down-and-out, uncool, gay teenage girls start a fight club for the purpose of hooking up with hot cheerleaders (yes, really). Attempts to satirise football-mad small town high school mentality quickly makes the leap from theatrically grotesque to plain grotesque as this abomination of cinema doesn't so much fall down on itself as float like something which won't flush.
Filled with unlikeable characters and bizarre situations, Bottoms aims for cartoonish absurdity yet unfortunately achieves it only in the sense of having fewer dimensions than a repeating background in a 1960s animation.
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