As much as low expectations are built into films like this, Role Models unexpectedly overcomes its tepid veneer, often flying into propulsive bouts of comedic energy. Scott, who has always been just a little underrated, shows good chemistry with both Rudd and Banks but he seems to have found his perfect foil with Thompson. How else could a pairing like this start but with Ronnie showing Wheeler a crayon drawing of Beyonce pouring sugar on his penis? Watching Wheeler explain that Kiss' "Love Gun" is really about Paul Stanley's member is only topped by a stroll in the woods where Ronnie observes Wheeler's Jedi-like ability to spot breasts.

Rudd and Mintz-Plasse are less bawdy but have a subtle comedic rapport with one another. Hinged to the film's most sentimental storylines, they are given the dull task of holding up the film's plot while Scott and Thompson are allowed off the leash. That doesn't mean there's not time for a joke about Dan calling Beth's vagina a "whispering eye" nor that the climactic role-play battle royale isn't a brazenly funny dig at both fantasy and war films through the ages.

Wain is smart enough not to play it all as B-grade Apatow, although he has a similar acting entourage that includes Ken Marino, who co-wrote the script, Joe Lo Truglio, and Reno 911!'s Kerri Kenney. Unlike the majority of comedy directors, Wain allows for the humor to play out with minimal token scenes. Proudly irrelevant and inconsequential as it is, Role Models is buoyant and funny and has enough sense not to take itself seriously.