Based on the memoir of the same name, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is a grand, farcical, road-tripping romp in the vein of National Lampoon’s Vacation and Road Trip, but updated with the crass, guy’s-night-out humor of Role Models and The

40-Year-Old Virgin. With a top-notch script penned in part by the book's author, Tucker Max, and winning performances from lead Matt Czuchry (Gilmore Girls), straight man Geoff Stults (7th Heaven) and scene-stealer Jesse Bradford (W., Flags of Our Fathers), the film seems sure to please fans of the genre. If over-the-top buddy comedies keep cashing in at the theatres the way they have been in the past few years, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell should find itself enjoying similar box office success.

Question: If you and your friends went on a prurient road trip that involved the commission of multiple criminal offenses, one arrest, a prison beating, the egregious waste of hundreds of dollars at a variety of strip clubs, solicitation, destruction of public property, drunk and disorderly conduct, public urination, hotel blacklisting and public defecation, would you: A.) Try your best to bury the story in your deep, dark past; B.) Rub it in the noses of all your friends who weren’t there; or, C.) Make a feature film about the misadventure and proclaim your misdeeds to the world?

Most Americans would probably pick A. Some would pick B. Max, for his part, picked C, and it is the story of moral morass, hilariously fictionalized (but only just), that makes up the plot of I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell.

The film opens with an introduction to Tucker (Czuchry), a Peter Pan-like lothario who finds himself enrolled in law school—where he’s as likely to be found in the bar or with coeds as attending his actual classes. Clearly the Big Man On Campus, Tucker exudes the same causal rakishness when matching wits with his professors as he does when ensnaring women.

However, Tucker’s two best friends fail to share his self-assuredness. Drew (Bradford), a caustic, cynical shut-in cut from the image of a boiling-mad, asocial Henry Rollins, is the victim of a cheating girlfriend and a heartless breakup; he spends most of his time playing video games and railing against the opposite sex. Dan (Stults), for his part, is engaged to the love of his life and is, at the film’s opening, less than two weeks away from his wedding day. It is Dan’s upcoming nuptials—and the attendant, mandatory bachelor party—that serves as the main driver of plot.