You know the guys who make giant phalluses on Alumni Lawn when it snows' It’s like they graduated, moved to L.A. and made “Superbad.” The latest from Judd Apatow has to set some kind of record for penises per minute. If you’re into that kind of humor, you’ve just hit the jackpot. The rest of us will be over here cringing in the corner.

Unlike a lot of sex-and-alcohol-humor movies, “Superbad” is actually quite well done, even brilliant at times. The writing features some of the most creative humor since “Borat” and displays piercing insight into the psyche of the horny high-schooler. “American Pie” it is not. This movie has a brain; it’s just in its pants.

“Superbad” displays impressive devotion to its cause, rarely stooping for a cheap joke and never rescuing its heroes from an awkward situation. Geeky Evan and sex-obsessed Seth, the painfully un-cool protagonists played with superb comedic touch by Michael Cera of “Arrested Development” fame and Jonah Hill, remain painfully un-cool throughout.

The unsung hero of the film is Christopher Mintz-Plasse as Fogell, who is, unbelievably enough, even more of a chick anti-magnet than the two main men. He’s also the proud owner of an awful fake ID that identifies him as “McLovin.” That’s one name, like Cher. McLovin gets picked up mid-transaction at a liquor store by a pair of cops who soon reveal themselves to be two wild and crazy guys. The cops tutor their new buddy in the fine art of abusing police power while utterly hammered, inspiring confidence in the brave men and women in blue in all who watch.

Left high and dry, Seth and Evan embark on an epic quest for alcohol to take to their last high school party, their final chance to get their crushes drunk enough to have sex with them. Apatow seems determined to top the orgy of embarrassment that was “The 40-Year-Old Virgin” with their adventures, but underneath the hyperbolic lowbrow vulgarity, touches on the universal experience of being a teenager and tries to say something about friendship and growing up. Thanks to the relentless assault of genitalia, however, it’s never clear exactly what that message is. In fact, the unremitting onslaught of awkwardness drowns a number of funny parts in a wave of cringe.

The vast majority of those endowed with a Y chromosome will probably find “Superbad” hilarious and wonder what was wrong with the crazy InsideVandy critic. But guys, though “Superbad” is a story about young love, don’t mistake it for a date movie. And for the sake of all you hold holy, don’t take your grandmother.

Rating: 2 1/2 stars out of 4

“Superbad” is rated R. It opens today at the Regal Green Hills and the Regal Hollywood 27.