First, a quick recap of my exposure to Tucker Max. At some point I visited his site , and read all of his stories in one sitting. He writes about his escapades, usually drunken sexual rampages, in such a way that someone who has never had a drink is still engaged. I’d check his blog once in a while when I was bored, but it wasn’t until he started writing about the experience of creating a movie that I started reading every post habitually. He did a great job of explaining in layman’s terms how a movie is made. Just as I enjoyed his drunken stories as a non-drinker, I enjoyed his posts about film making as a non-film-maker. Tucker was gracious enough to let me stop by the set while filming, and also to give me tickets to the premiere in SF. I went to the premiere with no idea what to expect. On one hand I’d read the movie blog , which shared audience reactions and screen testing results. They were overwhelmingly positive. I knew that Tucker was focused solely on making the best movie possible, and was determined enough to push for his vision. On the other hand, the trailer was terrible. It looked like it was filmed on a handicam and wasn’t particularly funny. I checked Rotten Tomatoes before going to the premiere and saw that I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell had one of the worst ratings I’d ever seen. I was a bit worried. Tucker is very transparent and honest on his blog, which endears you to him and makes you want…
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Review of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell
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