Eurotrip (2004)

I admit it: I was all set to hate “Eurotrip.” A bunch of American stereotypes go to Europe, where they meet a bunch of European stereotypes—the molesting Italian, the French mime, the British soccer hooligan—and there’s much sex and drugs and insipid behavior. Party. Yet “Eurotrip” isn’t awful. At times it’s even funny.

Written byAlec Berg
David Mandel
Jeff Schaffer
Directed byJeff Schaffer
StarringScott Mechlowicz
Michelle Trachtenberg
Jacob Pitts
Travis Wester

Most recent raunchy comedies, trailing forever after the Farrelly brothers, try to be outrageous with the worst kinds of bathroom humor. Look! Poop! Funny!

“Eurotrip’s” outrageousness is less scatological—like when they take the concept of the dumped boyfriend to new heights. On the day Scotty (Scott Mechlowicz) graduates from high school, his girlfriend, Fiona (“Smallville’s” Kristin Kreuk, the first of many cameos), coldly dumps him, while his obtuse parents proudly videotape the episode. To forget her, Scotty attends a graduation party where a punk band’s lead singer (cameo: Matt Damon) dedicates their next song to, you guessed it, Fiona, who promptly jumps onstage to French-kiss him. The song is all about having sex with Fiona behind her boyfriend’s back. It’s called “Scotty Doesn’t Know.” Everyone sings along while he stands in the crowd, stunned. His best friend: “This band rocks!”

Now that’s pretty funny.

Another example? There’s not only T&A in the film but P. The male P. True, the female nudity is young and nubile while the male version tends toward middle-age and elderly, but full-frontal male nudity in a mainstream American picture? Distributed in the U.S.? Astonishing.

Many of the outrageous jokes (a goose-stepping German child) fall flat; Scotty’s backpacking friends are like junior versions of sitcom actors David Spade and David Hyde Pierce (the sly, horny one; the anal-retentive one); and the film is often shallow and predictable.

But it’s not painfully stupid in a “Just Married” kind of way. And the film definitely hits its target audience.

“This is so wrong,” a teenager, sitting next to me at the screening, said. Happily.

—Origianlly appeared in The Seattle Times on February 20, 2004

© 2004 Erik Lundegaard