I crapper ease advert my friend, the digit with the “Vegas, Baby, Vegas!” bill positioned proudly above his bed, running into my building shack whatever instance in 2001 to foretell the cosmos of Jon Favreau’s Made : “Dude, it’s same Swingers , but with crook shit!” Though the flick would after establish itself inferior mind-blowing that I’d hoped, the intent of some variety of Swingers postscript was pretty enthusiastic at that saucer in

my life. It wasn’t a Star Wars prequel, but it was something. So today, permit me be your college someone announcing the incoming somewhat unsatisfactory pseudo-sequel to Swingers , Couples Retreat : Dudes, it’s same Swingers ! Except today they’re middle-aged and in depressing, loveless marriages filled with innumerous infidelities! And they’re friends with Jason Bateman:

See example here: 
‘Couples Retreat’ Trailer: Marriage! You Know What I’m Sayin’?