Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass review silly, scattershot Hollywood comedy
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Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass review  silly, scattershot Hollywood comedy
"Perhaps realising we might be in desperate need of an uplift, the festival has given us a cartoonish dom-sub romance, a killer Barney horror, a pop star mockumentary, a Weekend at Bernie's art world caper and a film where Olivia Colman shags a man made of wicker. But those films are all pretty stern-minded in comparison to David Wain's disposable, dopey comedy Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass, a film without a single serious moment, driven by the sole purpose of making us laugh."
"It succeeds in fits and starts I laughed more than I have at many a comedy in the past year but its wild, scattershot humour is so hit and miss, too many jokes going nowhere, that it's not quite the rousing win I wanted it to be. Wain has previously toyed with more conventional studio comedies like Wanderlust and Role Models (which for me was one of the best examples of the form in the 2000s)"
Sundance's lineup balanced heavy subjects like sexual assault, climate change, opioid addiction and dementia with notably silly films, from a cartoonish dom-sub romance to a killer Barney horror. David Wain's Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass offers unrelenting comedy without a serious moment, explicitly designed to make audiences laugh. The film follows small-town Gail, whose fiance sleeps with Jennifer Aniston, prompting a revenge trip to Hollywood with friend Otto. A briefcase mix-up ties them to a sinister megalomaniac and an unspecified nefarious plot. The humor is wild and scattershot, producing many laughs but too many jokes that go nowhere.
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