Cliffotchka!

Simple premise: the ghost of a guy's best friend interfere's with his love life. I rarely laughed out loud, but I certainly never cringed. Ryan Dunn's beard plays a very nice poor man's version of Zach Galifianakis beard. The film knows it is silly, and it pokes fun at itself. The humor here is not quite my taste, but still I could not fault it. I am not too sure though about the initial premise leading to the best friend's death. Is constipation something that even happens to young men? Could a young man even from constipation? So the initial setup seems to have a small fault. Yes, it's absurd and silly, but the medical condition seemed a bit too plausible to be humorous. Perhaps if the death and funeral scenes weren't so farcical.