No baked goods were harmed during the making
of this sequel. Amen. However, I do not know
if I can say the same about the unfortunate
audiences watching this tasteless and
demeaning garbage. With a shortage of
substantial job offers, the entire cast of
the raunchy 1999 predecessor returns for
another sex-obsessed summer as horny
adolescents with sexual conquests as their
sole motivation. To add any sense of worth to
this utterly shallow premise, director J.B.
Rogers makes some desperate attempts at humor
with a nasty urine shower, a Superglue mishap
and pointless homoerotic pornography. But
instead of creating any laughter, a mindless
sex-o-rama depicting men as sex fiends and
women as sex objects has been created. Is
this really what the entertainment world is
coming to? American Pie will make
America cry.