Former college frenemies Lauren and Katie move into a fabulous Gramercy Park apartment, and in order to make ends meet, the unlikely pair start a phone sex line together.
In a year short of comedies, it’s a shame to spurn one which sports such a puppy-ish desire to be liked, but for a really good time, you’d be better off just watching Bridesmaids again.
If you’re looking for a mediocre time, you have their number.
Smutty sitcom with redeeming aspects.
What's around it is disarmingly sweet, defending the girls' enterprise and friendship in the face of all judgment.
Predictable, inconsequential but ultimately entertaining.
The screenplay mines a seam of raunchy, explicit sex-talk that would like to ride the wave of post-Bridesmaids vulgarity, but it has neither the charm nor lightness of touch to carry it off.
Has emotional authenticity and a decent laugh quotient, but overall enjoyment is marred by general ridiculous and unresolved sub-plots.
The film's biggest mistake is to assume that phone-sex lines are so inherently scandalous and hilarious that it won't take anything more than a montage of the women talking dirty to have us rolling in the aisles.
Tedious and repellent: avoid.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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