As long as there are teens, there will be teen comedies, and many will walk the smutty side of the street. That’s the path followed by Miss March, a flick with a plot straight out of the lyrics from the J. Geils Band’s “Centerfold”.

Eugene (Zach Cregger) dates Cindi (Raquel Alessi); they share a pledge of abstinence and declare they will save themselves for marriage. However, Cindi thinks that they should move ahead sexually and finally get it on after prom. Though reluctant – and fearful of the horrible fate that accompanied his brother’s sexual experiences – Eugene agrees to lose his virginity on prom night.

This doesn’t go well. Out of nervousness, he gets drunk, and he accidentally falls down a flight of stairs. This results in an injury that leaves Eugene comatose for four years. When he awakes, his best pal Tucker (Trevor Moore) remains by his side, but Cindi has moved on to her own life.

When the new Playboy arrives, Tucker discovers what happened to Cindi: she became a model and is now a Playmate. Tucker encourages Eugene to reconnect with her, and he uses the magazine’s annual anniversary party as an excuse. The friends travel cross-country to attend and get in touch with Eugene’s long-lost love.

I was surprised to learn that Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore essentially took responsibility for everything here. Not only do they star in March, but they wrote and directed it as well. Apparently they come from a comedy troupe called the Whitest Kids U Know; I’ve heard the name but know nothing of their work.

And after March, I can’t say I’m inspired to see more. Maybe feature films from comedy troupes aren’t a good idea, as I’ve been less than impressed by the stuff from Broken Lizard. Seeing these uninspired flicks makes me happy the folks from SCTV never attempted their own movie.

Perhaps Clegger and Moore are talented, but you’ll see no flashes of genius here. In particular, Moore fails to shine, largely because he comes across as a Jim Carrey wannabe. He looks an awful lot like Carrey, and the character’s hair and fashion choices are unfortunate since they make Tucker look a whole lot like Ace Ventura. Moore’s over-the-top performance will also remind many of Carrey, though I see a lot of Matthew Lillard in him as well.

I suppose I should be happy Moore at least attempts to add some zest to the film because Clegger sucks all life from his scenes. He comes across as the blandest of the bland, an actor so devoid of personality that he turns into a cinematic black hole. Again, he may well have good comedic skills, but they fail to materialize here.

I have to wonder how long the script for March sat on the shelf before it got made. In the film, the rapper Horsedick.mpeg talks about how his last CD release caused riots at Tower Records. Maybe this was intended to make the character look out of date, but I don’t think so; we’re supposed to see him as a huge success on the music scene now.

But when was the last time a CD release inspired masses to hit the stores – 2002? Also, Tower Records closed in late 2006, so even if CDs remained the huge draw they were 10 years ago, it’d be hard to sell them there. And don’t even get me started on the lame jokes about the “.mpeg” part of Horsedick’s name; that sounds like a gag that was already tired before the dot-com boom died.

The sex-related road trip genre is far from fresh, and March brings nothing new to the table. It tends to meld prior efforts together willy-nilly, so it comes across like the retarded love child of The Sure Thing and Road Trip.

Unfortunately, March boasts none of those films’ strengths. It aspires to the heartfelt sentiment of Sure Thing but feels phony when it attempts real emotion. As for Road Trip, I actively disliked that movie, so I don’t think March compares poorly in terms of comedy.

However, Road Trip had one thing going for it: some very nice nudity. I’ve been referred to as a “boob-obsessed moron”, so I’m loathe to add to that reputation. I must be allowed to discuss skin when I review a movie about sex and Playmates, right?

Unfortunately, there’s not much to discuss. Want to see Alessi – the title character – naked? Not gonna happen. Want to see Playmate of the Year 2007 Sara Jean Underwood naked during her cameo? Sorry – not in this movie.

In fact, the film boasts no nudity at all until its halfway point. A music video shoot shows some boobs, and we get a little more of the same when the movie reaches the Playboy Mansion. All the skin is fleeting and not terribly memorable.

Why in the world would someone make an “R”-rated movie that revolves around a nude model and not include copious amounts of skin? Did Clegger and Moore actively want Miss March to fail? If so, they reached their goal, as the movie bombed at the box office. Maybe some good eye candy would’ve given it life on home video, but as it stands, this is forgettable nonsense.

Miss March appears in an aspect ratio of approximately 1.85:1 on this Blu-ray. Across the board, the film boasted a terrific transfer.

Colors came across well, as the movie offered nicely delineated and bright hues. Blacks seemed dark and full, while shadows were smooth. Interiors occasionally threatened to be a little dense, but they remained clear and accurate.

Sharpness was solid. The movie consistently provided good definition and suffered from virtually no signs of softness. Jagged edges and moiré effects failed to appear, and edge enhancement was absent. No source flaws marred the presentation either, as the flick remained clean. This was a very pleasing image.

I thought the DTS-HD MA 5.1 soundtrack of Miss March was perfectly acceptable. Examine the audio of pretty much every other comedy of this sort and you’ll know what to expect from the soundfield. It was a front-heavy affair that usually didn’t offer much more than general ambience. Don’t expect action-movie material from this restrained mix.

No issues with audio quality occurred. Speech was consistently distinct and concise, and I detected no problems with edginess or intelligibility. Effects played a minor role and never taxed the system. They displayed decent accuracy, though. Music was a more prominent participant. The track boasted good life and definition to the various tunes, as those showed solid clarity and depth. This was an ordinary soundtrack, but it was fine for this sort of film.

The Blu-ray includes both the R-rated theatrical cut of Miss March as well as an unrated edition of the film. The theatrical version runs one hour, 29 minutes and 53 seconds, while the unrated one goes for one hour, 33 minutes, 26 seconds. I only watched the unrated version, so I can’t comment on the changes that come with the extra three minutes, 33 seconds.

Very few extras pop up here. We get five Viral Videos: “Timmy’s Audition” (1:33), “Darren’s Audition” (2:30), “Sound Design” (4:08), “Sam’s Audition” (3:44) and “Lesbians Audition” (2:00). Four of them feature fake auditions, as the various folks try out for actors/writers/director Zach Clegger and Trevor Moore. “Sound Design” shows foley/looping sessions done by Clegger and Moore. These are actually moderately amusing; there’s more humor across these than in the 93-minute movie.

Down and Dirty with Horsedick.mpeg shows a profile of the film’s rapper. Craig Robinson makes it acceptably entertaining. We get both edited and “explicit” versions of this; both run two minutes, eight seconds, but the latter includes raunchier language.

The Blu-ray opens with some ads. We get promos for Girls Next Door, Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li, 12 Rounds and The Marine 2. No trailer for Miss March appears here.

Finally, a second disc provides a Digital Copy of Last House. This allows you to easily transfer the flick to your computer or portable viewing device. It doesn’t do anything for me, but your mileage may vary, as they say.

At the very least, one would expect some lovely eye candy from a movie called Miss March. Yes, we find a bevy of beauties, but the film remains woefully devoid of nudity – and laughs as well. The Blu-ray comes with excellent picture and decent audio but lacks substantial supplements. A tired retread of a comedy, March commits the biggest sin of all: it’s simply boring.

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