I actively disliked the original Hot Tub Time Machine, which squandered its delightfully absurd story in favor of countless variations of the same joke: isn’t it funny to mention penises and the things we do with them?
Aside from some clever bits at the beginning and the end that took full advantage of the central time-traveling premise, I didn’t much care for the sequel either. This time the gang (Rob Corddry, Craig Robinson, Clark Duke) visit the future, and the screenplay’s vision for what’s to come is frustratingly unimaginative.
But will you enjoy the sequel? This pie chart breaks down the composition of its target audience:
