About 25 minutes into this movie—and that’s generous—you start to wonder if the title refers to the I.Q. requirement necessary to enjoy this movie. It is yet another in a long line of sophomoric, offensive, absurd, coming-of-age films that make college kids look like alcoholic kamikazes and make audiences feel like suckers.

There are coming-of-age comedies. For me those were Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Sixteen Candles. Then there are the R-rated comedies, the classics being Caddyshack and Stripes—and even The Hangover. This movie tries to be both and—by a long shot—it is neither. It’s a 2.