Some of us, if you will allow me to brag for a moment, have been warning about the demise of the adult comedy — most especially the R-rated, gross-out comedy — going back 18 months, or long before rumors about Donald Trump jumping into the presidential race even began to circulate. Way back in January of 2016, after the box office collapse of what should’ve been easy money — the Vacation sequel/remake, Seth Rogen’s The Night Before, Robert DeNiro’s Bad Grandpa, and sequels to the monster hits Magic Mike, Neighbors, and Ted — the writing was on the wall.
By January of 2016, The Hangover (2009), a legitimate comedy-classic directly responsible for all the disgusting garbage that followed, was already six years old. By then there had been countless copycats, some of them big hits. But how many filthy jokes can you tell? How many uncomfortable situations involving big stars humiliating themselves with body fluids can one species come up with?
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