Blind leading the blind

Rating: 2/10 (25 October 2005)

I walked into this film not expecting much, and received far less for my effort. And, not leaving WAS an effort. It was pure morbid curiosity that kept me in my seat 'til the end, wondering what everybody was raving about. Have movies really gotten so bad that this was the highest rated comedy of the year? That thought alone was depressing.
This is a film whose funniest moment is watching the protagonist have a face waxed into his chest. Or rather, the reaction of his friends to the wax job. Sadly, this only begged the question --- what's wrong with chest hair. Seated next to my incredibly sexy (and moderately hairy) boyfriend, I cringe at the thought of men waxing their chests. This movie takes a guy with no discernible testosterone whatsoever, and attempts to remove what tiny vestige remains . . . in order to impress women??? Am I the only female remaining who likes my man to be a man? Can we put metrosexualism to bed yet? On a separate note, why didn't his hair start to grow back over the coming weeks (or were they months)?
The "resolution" in this movie is of course not for the character to display any growth, but rather to convince his woman that she doesn't want sex either. Again, painful to watch. Rather, why not witness our "hero" grow a pair and actually sweep his woman off her feet?