I am an avid fan of raunchy, sexist, misogynistic and even misanthropic humor — great minds think alike — and so I went to “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” with the desire that this movie would do what so many films based on books have not been able to accomplish: live up to the book. Why would my hope in this particular film be so high? Well, it has to do with the content.

The book has no redemptive qualities. It is a cobbling together of reprehensible behavior, whose sole redeeming quality is the cavalier attitude the author expresses toward life — I am a big fan of his style.

This couldn’t be too difficult. “Grandma’s Boy” proved you need little plot and just a series of jokes to be a good time with young adults today. Right? Sadly, no. Hollywoodization strikes again. Somehow the sex-driven, hedonistic character the book is about, Tucker Max, was diluted to a sad flicker of his real-life self when translated to the silver screen.

The movie starts off rightly wrong with a police cruiser responding to a domestic disturbance call. The cops bust down a door, hearing shrieks and strange moans and groans from inside. Tucker is revealed and attacked by the cops as he seems to be forcing himself on and abusing some poor woman crying out in pain and fear.

The truth of the matter is the girl is deaf and was moments away from climaxing. The strange noises coming from her were actually pleasure-based, their oddness derived from the lack of the girl knowing how loud and strange they may have sounded — a fact which turns Tucker on.

During the following scenes we are introduced to his two friends. Dan is a nice guy about to get married and is loyal to Tucker in ways only close friends understand. Drew is a nerd who hates the world thanks to a recent bad breakup and general loathing due to examining life from a protective shell of intellectually driven insults.

Tucker’s idea of conversation involves telling of his sexual exploits from the night before to anyone near him as well as his friends. With an opening like this, you’d think this movie would be comedy gold.

The rest of the film has more nasty jokes tossed in to keep chuckles coming from the fans who enjoy throwing so-called morals and politeness to the wind, and the rest of the audience can still laugh uncomfortably as in real life when similar incidents occur.

The problem is the movie tries too hard to bring home a message of growth and slight maturity, which is only denied in the end anyway — Tucker simply throws money at the problems.

The “message” should have been a side note rather than garnering the screen time it did. Honestly, who was the executive idiot who felt the need to take Tucker’s sociopathic personality and try to make it look as though he may become a better person as he learns little life lessons. The whole point of Tucker’s stories is to express his entirely narcissistic anima. Oh, well.

If you want raunchy humor and a good time, read the book of the same name; even for you non-readers out there, this book is readable. You’ll laugh and feel disgusted and repulsed in a good way, rather than being annoyed by a so-so film.

Maybe “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” will be redeemed by an unrated turbo-nasty version on DVD … but not likely.

—Gabriel Stoffa is a senior in communication studies and political science