Paul Rudd and Seann William Scott are two losers working for an energy drink company named “Minotaur” who go around to elementary schools giving pep talks and telling kids, “Don’t do drugs… Drink Minotaur!” When Rudd’s hot girlfriend (Elizabeth Banks) dumps him, he gets so pissed off that he drives his Minotaur Mobile onto a school statue. That leads to court mandated community service where the duo has to play big brother to a foul mouthed kid (Bobb’e J. Thompson) and a Renaissance Festival role-playing geek (played by none other than McLovin himself, Christopher Mintz-Plasse). Hilarity ensues.
Role Models is one of the funniest movies of the year. I laughed my ass off for 99 straight minutes. Then again I did consume a giant margarita minutes before I stepped into the theater and was so buzzed that my face was entirely numb, so it could’ve just been the alcohol talking. I don’t think so though. Rudd and director David Wain had previously teamed up for the hilarious Wet Hot American Summer which in my mind is a classic; so it was probably Four Star material from the get-go. The margarita probably didn’t hurt matters any.
The film contains like a dozen really great gags revolving around KISS and all of them are awesome. I’m a huge KISS fan, so your mileage may vary, but to me any time Scott gave a thoughtful soliloquy on the true meaning of “Love Gun” or the soundtrack blasted “Detroit Rock City”, to me it was damn good times. The Renaissance Festival scenes are likewise great and Wain directs them with equal parts of heart and humor. The biggest laugh though comes when Rudd tells his “scary” campfire story.
Scott and Rudd makes for a dynamite team and hopefully there will be like a ton of sequels, because I could really get behind a Role Models franchise. Rudd (who also co-wrote the screenplay) gets mad props though, not only for being an outstanding comedy actor, but also for playing the mushy stuff so pitch perfect that it never feels like mushy stuff. And then there’s Elizabeth Banks. There must’ve been some
Bottom Line: Margaritas or not, Role Models is guaranteed to leave you in stitches.