I literally walked out in the middle of it.

Rating: 1/10 (20 August 2005)

Now, usually, I have a greater-than-average tolerance for cinematic stinkers. I've sat through "Cabin Fever;" "Dude, Where's My Car;" and "What About Bob," in their collective entirety. But, this one? FORGET IT!!! The premise was undeniably interesting. And, there were definitely some good laughs, early on. Yet, as the movie continued, I began to laugh less and less. I mean, come on! Blabbing Andy's card-game confession to the rest of the store's personnel? Nowhere, in real-life, would Dave, Cal, and Jay have had ANY right to do that! And, if they were really his friends, they wouldn't have even THOUGHT of doing it, in the first place!
Then, there's the scene where Dave--still drunk after some kind of big matchmaking luncheon, where he ran into an ex-girlfriend--starts videotaping his anatomy, front and back, from the waist down. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORE, DURING BUSINESS HOURS!!! And, all the female boss does is send him home for the rest of the day? Nah-uh! If I'd been that boss, the real-life remedy would have had a lot more permanence.
But, the last straw, for me, was that stupid soft-spoken argument between Trish and the dorky fat kid over a pair of tin-foil disco boots with goldfish in the water-filled glass soles. Something along the lines of, "I know your stuff is just an exhibit for what you sell on Ebay. But, since I'm already here, anyway, why I can't just buy them, right now?" That did it! I went to the men's room, and flipped a coin. Heads; I would return to my seat, and literally suffer through the rest of it. Or, tails; I'd go to the neighboring town of Winsted and see Disney/Vanguard's "Valiant." Obviously, it came up tails.
In short: if it's a choice between remaining a virgin you're whole life; and finally getting some action, via the dubious help of alleged friends like Dave, Cal, and Jay, then I say...
BETTER NEVER THAN LATE!