Girlfriends are prigs and snobs who utter memorable lines like 'you guys are sucky boyfriends'; and the aliens are dour and cool in turns—the good ones are guys with straight, Anglo-Saxon faces and the bad ones are 'hot chicks' with wild eyes and big boobs. They get 'touched', amongst others by a blind bloke—a fat welfare type groping in the dark. At stake is the 'continuum tranfunctioner', a device which the dorks have in their possession (doesn't matter how), and which can finish the universe.
Director Danny Leiner spoofs some crazy, 'All American' attitudes and types in the wham-bam way, making one episode collide with the other. He sticks to the 'cute banality' associated with teen comedies. The problem, however, rests with the items—transforming a hot chick into a giant bimbo who swallows the macho playboy is all right, but making a father and son watch her underwear is repetitive. Kutcher and Scott are funny, but the variety-act they sustain becomes more and more predictable towards the close. You need, in this genre, some warped emotionalism to relieve you of the comedy. This is what distinguishes good dudes from average ones.
