Fist full of assholes.

Also known as "Nick and Norah's infinite supply of shitty music".

If you were thinking about seeing this movie, one word. Don't.

The movie follows two heterosexuals (nick and norah), a trio of gay musicians, and a drunk mess as they wander the New York club scene in search of their favorite band's hidden show. During the movie Nick and Norah have to dodge their exes and deal with old drama while the entire time retaining their douchebag status.

Making the movie even more confusing is the ambigious ages of the cast. They clearly have no curfew, as most of them are running around New York at four in the morning, but early on half of the cast is portrayed as attending high school.

This devolves the movie into "jailbait scene kids getting drunk and causing havok".

This movie makes me want to kick babies. If this is the way of the future and all teen romantic comedies are going to be like this Im gonna save some time and destroy my TV now.

The only aspect of the movie that was amusing was the huge series of coincidences throughout.

Norah's Dad is a huge record Exec, so her and her friends get in for free at any and all clubs.

The trio of gay men are a walking cliche' as they instantly notice that Norah is attracted to Nick, and always recommend that Nick does the right thing, while always doing the wrong thing themselves.

The complete absence of cops or any other sort of authority figure in the entire movie. It's a movie about high school kids, yet there are no parents, teachers, cops, et all in the entire movie.

Norah's hot friend Caroline and her amazing ability to remain drunk and get herself into more and more trouble. That woman should have sobered up halfway through the movie, yet she never did.

Caroline's gum, that she chews for hours, vomits into a public toilet, retrives, continues chewing, gives to norah who chews it, who then gives to nick who also chews it. That's gotta be the weirdest thing of the movie.

There you go, I have suffered through this movie and explained it to you, so you wouldn't need to suffer yourselves. I expect christmas cards and cookies in return.