2011's Cougar Hunting is bad, like dumpster-diving for old Chicken McNuggets bad. It's like some director saw American Pie and thought hey, I can successfully deliver the student film/home movie camcorder version of that 90s mating farce. Uh no. "Hunting" isn't really cinema mind you, just a lot of pale mimicry and ribald smoke and mirrors. "You ain't seen nothing yet". Oh but I have my dear, I have.
Cougar Hunting as a title, well if you don't know the slang meaning of it you've probably lived a pretty sheltered life. Cougar by definition, is an older woman seeking a little casual relations from a younger man. And that man is usually all about the Mrs. Robinson. Uh, all I have to say is hiss, purr, mew, growl!
Cougar Hunting, well the rubric pretty much explains itself. Three dolts with enough amorous mentality and tact-free scraps to power a small country, decide to go to Aspen (no pun intended) to pick up some otherwise lonely, aged females. I mean there's a few raunchy, snickering moments of dialogue from said dolts but there's also commonplace, gross poop gags, non-plausible carnal shenanigans, the usual member jokes, and rather mediocre acting all around.
Note to helmer Robin Blazek (who hasn't made anything since "Hunting" came out): not all the cougar-invested dimes in your flick need to be wearing fur coats. Oh and your three characters (played by Matt Prokop, Randy Wayne, Jared Dauplaise), well they wish they could pick up older sheilas this easily. At least the dudes in American Pie (mentioned earlier) had to actually work for it. Finally, hire a real band to do your soundtrack next time, not some karaoke-loving dude off the street who feels the need to lace his profanity-laden lyrics over a dose of clear-cut Muzak. "Cougar" cheese.
Written by Jesse Burleson
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