Check Your Brain At the Door

Rating: 3/10 (18 January 2006)

I'm not in on the buzz on this film. It's too low-brow to be much fun, and everyone in it--from the main character to passing extras--have one driving force: their genitals. Now, sex comedies can be good, provided there are some non-sexual sub-plots (even "Porky's" had some political intrigue, however lame, to relieve the pressure), but "Virgin" just keeps going and going, with no light at the end of the tunnel. Even 90% of the SIGHT gags are sexual! Steve Carrell plays the "Virgin" in the title, and finds himself being "coached" through the art of the pick-up by his libidinous, juvenile co-workers. He fails repeatedly but, in the end, finds true love. And sex. And apparent happiness. The implication that love, sex and happiness are all tied up in the same bundle is insulting and dumb. Does celibacy necessarily mean misery? Don't tell the Dalai Lama! So if you'd find 2 hours of sex jokes funny--with plenty of the "P" word to savor--then this is the film for you. If you have a library card (and a sober brain), maybe you should consider skipping it. I give it a D.
Things to look for: locked in with porn, earth bong, plenty o' weed.