Miss March “could be the first contender of the year for the Razzie Awards,” which “salute the worst in moviemaking,” said Tom O’Neil in the Los Angeles Times. Directed by Zach Cregger and Trevor Moore of the TV comedy-sketch troupe The Whitest Kids You Know, this romantic comedy about a guy who awakens from a coma to find that his girlfriend is now a Playboy centerfold “comes in at a jaw-dropping zero among the top critics surveyed by Rotten Tomatoes.” (Watch the trailer)

Miss March is certainly “the biggest pile of crap I've seen in ages,” said Stephanie Zacharek in Salon. This movie “reeks of derision for its intended audience,” and the lead actors have no charm whatsoever. “The mere existence of Miss March should be treated as a cautionary tale—broad comedy doesn't necessarily have to insult our intelligence.”

Come on, said The Movie Boy, Miss March isn’t that bad. Sure, “not every joke works, and there is an admitted lull in the third act.” But you have to give Cregger and Moore credit for delivering such “a subversively hilarious romp, gleefully unapologetic in its coarseness and yet so dang silly that it never becomes mean-spirited.”