Men are pigs. Men are jerks. Men are just little boys in grown up clothes. Men are commitment-phobic dicks. Men are thoughtless, careless, and crude. Men belch. Men fart. Men have to be dragged kicking and screaming into even the most superficial of relationships and, once they are in, they cry like little babies when the partner they supposedly love discovers what chauvinistic caveman Neanderthals they really are and abandons them to their dirty socks, unmade beds, and landfill level bachelor pads. No matter the reality, no need to apply the truth to such scenarios, the man—or put a better way, the MOVIE version of a man—falls into either one of three categories: loser, lame brain or lothario. Decent guys are set aside for future consideration (and best friend/comic relief) while the Blutos and Brutuses are bandied about like eager shuttlecocks on an all-gal badminton team.