Actually, the Tom Green scenes belong in a completely different film though not necessarily a better one. Greens scenes play as though they were shot during post-production and spliced in 12 minutes before the projectionist loaded the canister. Its as though DreamWorks execs saw the film, realized that smell wasnt coming from the bottom of their shoes, and tried desperately to figure out a way they could salvage the wreckage.
Green appears only a handful of times with the rest of the cast, playing a guy whos been in college seven years (it looks more like 17) and has never set foot outside Ithaca. His shtick, sometimes amusing and even stupid-brilliant on rare occasion, belongs on the small screen, where it serves as a respite between Backstreet Boys videos. On the big screen, where its scripted and rehearsed, it wears unbearably thin long before he literally shows his ass.
Which really isnt, since the four boys barely do anything between Ithaca and Austin except stop in at a diner, visit some grandparents, hang out at a black fraternity house, and donate sperm is nothing but a ninth-rate compendium of Playboy party jokes. Say, did you hear the one about the scrawny white virgin who lost his cherry to the fat black chick? Or the one about the scrawny white virgin who ate French toast that had been stuck up the fry-cooks ass? Pity the poor fool waiting for a punch line; there is none. Theres only one more anal-rape joke or old-man hard-on or female nipple around the corner, waiting to steal your wallet and your spirit.