Starts off acerbically, with a montage of horrible events (Nixon, Korean war, effigy lynchings, atomic explosions) set to "Let the Good Times Roll," but that doesn't seem to at all be prep for the film itself, which while satirical at points is a lot more good natured and hokey than the opening montage hints at.
Could've been rated higher but takes too long to get to the "Dante bits," although when it did, I really liked them. Jenny Lewis yells about the terribleness of cops, a P.I. suddenly lectures about the sexual perversion of a new generation, and our titular daughters celebrate when they find out some people who just died were murderers.
My favorite part though is that Paul Rudd basically plays the same character that he did in Wet Hot American Summer only straight.