Sex Drive Without the Sex. Or the Drive
I don’t really know how She’s Out of My League even qualifies for a theatrical release. It’s biggest star — Jay Baruchel — is not exactly a big name outside of Judd Apatow and “Undeclared” circles, and he’s never been the type, you’d think, that could carry a movie, much less a romantic comedy. But hey! It’s a new decade — if Michael Cera, who is just a teenage Anthony Michael Hall with a stutter — can qualify as a leading man, then there’s no reason that Baruchel cannot.
Unfortunately, the movie doesn’t look any damn good, either. It looks like a quintessential 90’s movie; American Pie with twenty-somethings. It doesn’t even have a particularly compelling high-concept: A hot blonde is somehow attracted to a dorky airline employee. Didn’t we already see this in Knocked Up, and there’s not even a pregnancy involved here. The only thing going for it is that it comes from the team behind Sex Drive (which I really dug, though apparently, I’m the only one) and the upcoming Hot Tub Time Machine, which looks like hot tub ass. Also, it has apparently scored well with test audiences. Then again, test audiences are kind of dumb.
Here’s the trailer:
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