It’s generally not a good sign when a film about an u-age virgin who falls in love with an over-the-hill p0rn star opens on a sandwich truck with a twenty-foot metal weenie welded to its roof. Relax. Meet Monica Velour is not simply another overlong string of frat boy gross-outs from Apatow Pictures.

The keys to the kingdom were handed over to Spielberg and Lucas when they started trading mega hits back in the 70s. Since then mall theatres have become asylums for nerds and nine-year-old boys going on forty. The thought of yet another dweeb comedy doesn't sit well, but some days you have to keep telling yourself that there is no such thing as a bad genre, only adolescent storytellers.