Because my husband loved the movie I Love You, Man, he bought the movie Role Models because it has the same guy in it. It’s not the guy from How I Met Your Mother, but it was the other actor. (It really annoys my husband when I don’t bother to learn actors’ names, so I don’t make much of an effort at all. I’m terrible; I know.)
Aside from all the fascination with breasts, this movie wasn’t too terrible. It begins with two men who sell energy drinks as a living. One man tells students to drink the energy drinks, and the other, dressed as a Minotaur, yells, “Taste the beast!” They get in trouble with the law, and instead of going to jail they agree to be mentors. The Minotaur gets a very troubled little boy to mentor, and the other guy is the role model for a nerdy teenager. The nerdy teenager is antisocial, wears a cape, and plays a Renaissance faire fighting game. In the end, everyone unleashes their inner geeks and plays the fighting game.
I would accuse my husband of identifying with the dorky teenager, but he has always hated Renaissance festivals. At least I have that comfort.