Sex Tape Shoots Blanks
By Jonas Schwartz
The new comedy Sex Tape starts off solid, pulling
the audience into relatable situations. A couple (Jason Segel and Cameron Diaz)
discovers that their kids and jobs have drained the passion out of their
marriage. They had started dating in college, when their libidos were in full
bloom, but now they have to schedule appointments in advanced to get naked with
one another.
After a few drinks, the wife comes up with a new way to spice up
their love life, by recording their private moments on an iPad. Some savvy computer
duplication software intervenes and suddenly several friends and one enemy have
access to their three-hour interpretation of “The Joy of Sex.”
So far, the notion works. Who hasn’t feared the spark in their
marriage has been extinguished? Who hasn’t been humiliated when a moment of
privacy was witnessed by a parent, colleagues or strangers? Since the advent of
the Internet, many’s very intimate moments wound up being broadcast around the
world, sometimes without the leading player’s permission or knowledge. Once
iPhones and Androids appeared with their ubiquitous cameras, nothing was ever
private.
Therefore, writer Segel (who shares credit with Kate Angelo and
Nicholas Stoller) and director
Jake Kasdan have tapped into the zeitgeist with their concept. They even poke
fun at the common man’s ignorance of what exactly “The Cloud” is. That is UNTIL
the film’s halfway mark when the characters have lobotomies and act like jerks.
People
in desperate situations do crazy things. They cheat, rob banks, and even
murder. But they don’t often snort cocaine in order to impress a client or put
their children’s lives in jeopardy by dragging them to a burglary of a mobster,
at least not in a comedy where the audience is meant to identify with these
people. The characters in Gilligan’s Island apply more
deductive reasoning than the two here.
Then
there’s the film’s villain, a wholly unbelievable character, but with no
motivation to destroy our heroes so maliciously. The film doesn’t even dislike
the villain and lets him off the hook as just a peck’s bad boy as opposed to
the sociopath he truly is.
Who
is this careless and unimaginative director, Jake Kasdan? He can’t possibly be the
one who helmed the sly thriller Zero Effect with Bill Pullman and
Ben Stiller as a haunted modern detective and his “Watson.” There is no way
he’s the creator of the riotous documentary spoof of musical biographies, Walk
Hard with a pitch-perfect score of Country music parodies and a bold
performance by John C Reilly. THAT director, the son of 80’s genius Lawrence Kasdan
(The
Empire Strikes Back, The Big Chill), was an
up-and-coming super-director, one who wisely toyed with genre and wrote
conversational dialogue. This new director, the guy who thrilled few with Bad
Teacher, has made generic, sex comedies missing both the erotic and the
funny. It’s time for the old Jake Kasdan to return.
Segel
and Diaz are likable as the unwilling porn stars. Segel’s brand of goofiness
works here and Diaz is both sexy and approachable, until the script starts
selling them out. Casting the original victim of sex tape mania, Rob Lowe, was
a clever conceit, but his character is so outlandish and preposterous, it
wastes his talents. Also squandered is the wildly funny Rob Corddry as Segel’s
supposed best friend (who is barely a friend and more of a putz).
Did
Sex
Tape need to be made? Possibly. It taps into our basest fears of losing
our potency and also our privacy. But the script took detours that ruined the
humor, the astuteness, and the audience’s patience.
Jonas Schwartz is a voting member of the Los Angeles Drama Critics, and the West Coast Critic for TheaterMania. Check out his “Jonas at the Movies” reviews at Maryland Nightlife.
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