Genre: Comedy, Sex Comedy
Directed: Jake Kasdan
Stars: Cameron Diaz, Jason Segel, Rob Corddry, Rob Lowe, Ellie Kemper, Nat Faxon
Production: Sony Pictures
Sex Tape breaks the cardinal rule of comedy: It’s not funny. I realize humor is highly subjective but I watched it in a theater full of the prime demographic (underage teens who snuck in and the Happy Madison crowd) and a pin could be heard dropping due to the lack of laughter. What’s more, Sex Tape couldn’t even satisfy on a prurient level. That’s right, a movie called Sex Tape didn’t even titillate.
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The
story begins with Annie (Cameron Diaz), mother of two, reminiscing over the
glory days when her husband Jay (Jason Segel in his 5th role playing
a character named Jay or Jason) and her used to go at it like rabbits. Cue the
montage of “comedic” sex scenes which conveniently cover up the good bits.
After the two realize things aren’t how they used to be, they come up with the
idea of making a three hour sex tape. Due to a synching mix-up, Jay accidently
delivers the sex tape to friends and family including Annie’s possible business
partner and their own children.
Okay,
let’s say you buy into the unlikely scenario and let’s say that two people who
make their living on the computer (she’s a blogger, he’s a music exec) don’t
know how “the Cloud” works or know how to remotely remove the video; I doubt
you’d swallow the frenzy of half-concocted ways they attempt to get the video
back. Jay nearly get’s mauled by a German Shepherd and Annie does cocaine when
they simply could have said “Hey I need my iPad back, there are a few things
synched on it that I don’t want you to see.” Simple, quick, to the point and
doesn’t have to involve breaking and entering. But hey, this is a comedy…things
don’t have to make sense.
And
make sense they certainly don’t. Absurd moments meant to be funny include Rob
Lowe’s straight businessman rocking out to Slayer with pictures of his face imprinted
on Disney iconography hang in the background, Jack Black playing a porn
proprietor taking two minutes to list off the competition and Rob Corddry and
Ellie Kemper having sex in a minivan; none of which is funny. I think I let out
a brief, fleeting chuckle twice. I laughed more watching “Saving Private Ryan”
than this movie. All I was thinking while watching it was how far the two leads
have just fallen. It’s surprising that a movie of such abominable quality can
be penned by Segel and Nick Stoller, the duo responsible for The Muppets
reboot.
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