A married couple wake up to discover that the sex tape they made the evening before has gone missing, leading to a frantic search for its whereabouts.
Prudes rest easy; porn enthusiasts be warned. Jake Kasdan’s Sex Tape (despite its R-rating and attention-grabbing title) is a silly, harmless little film about a silly, harmless little film.
Like cinematic contraception, this mirthless nonsense may put you off movies AND sex.
Segel and Diaz are fine, cute and up for it, but they are let down by a cynical script more interested in selling hardware than entertaining the audience.
Sex Tape is brisk but annoyingly light on laughs, a slight fumbling of an idea that deserved a more rigorous exploration.
Sex Tape is wittier and less smutty than its reputation might suggest.
Jake Kasdan’s film does not permit itself the cynicism and irony that might have made the subject interesting because it is constantly reassuring us that Annie and Jay are nice, loving people. Sweetly, they care about each other. But it’s not clear why we should care about them.
It all feels terribly feeble and no matter how energetic and broad the comedy mugging of Diaz and an ill-looking Segel it rarely raises a laugh. What a right old Carry On.
I counted three laughs in this wannabe bawdy comedy of errors, and one of them was a Breaking Bad gag so far past its tell-by date that even I got the joke.
General release. Check local listings for show times.