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Wilmington on Movies: A Good Old Fashioned Orgy

 

A Good Old Fashioned Orgy (One Star)

U.S.: Alex Gregory & Peter Huyck, 2011

I don’t want to come across like a prude, but the new Jason Sudeikis sex comedy A Good Old fashioned Orgy is pretty much a bad, newfangled mess.

Try as they might, writer-directors Alex Gregory and Peter Huyck can’t make this cinematic crap-ball float in the toilet bowl, even though they‘ve gotten together a fairly funny or attractive cast, including Sudeikis as Eric, the wing man or orgy master, Lake Bell, Tyler Labine, Michelle Borth, Nick Kroll, Lindsay Sloane, Martin Starr and Angela Sarafyan as the eight main orgiasts, and Lucy Punch, Will Forte and Leslie Bibb among the onlookers, with Bibb the movie’s main romantic interest for Eric. Even though they try to break a few barriers by showing partial nudity, supposedly on screen sex, (supposedly) on screen swing clubs, little old ladies with dildos (Lin Shaye) and (supposedly) on-screen orgies, it still sinks and stinks, unstoppably.

For some of course A Good Old Fashioned Orgy will be offensively crude and lewd; for others it’ll just be offensively unfunny. It’s a bunch of junk, an incredibly dumb, incredibly annoying movie that‘s close to a total waste of time. (Close? I’m too kind.) Even though Gregory and Huyck were longtime gagmeisters for David Letterman and The Larry Sanders Show and King of the Hill and others, they seem to have forgotten how to tell a joke, or maybe how not to tell the same joke over and over. Their characters, supposedly college-educated yuppies in their late 20s or early 30s, talk about almost nothing but sex, seem to be interested in almost nothing but sex. (That’s not necessarily unrealistic, but it’s monotonous.) “What’s up with all the dildos?” Bibb‘s Kelly asks when she sees the group waving around their sex toys at a bar, and that might serve as the movie’s alternate title.

Sudeikis, smirking away plays the Bradley Cooper character, Eric, the guy who’s been holding big wild parties at his father’s place in the Hamptons for years, bacchanals which always include the core group up above — including the noisy hoe-down we see at the beginning, the White Trash Bash which features lawnmower races, farmer garb and, on the hors d’oeuvres table, a bean dip bowl in the shape of a toilet. (That’s about the level of the humor throughout, and but this is also the key scene where the “hero” and “heroine,” Sudeikis and Bibb, meet and get in their first heavy flirting.)

But all things must pass, and that includes noisy pool parties and eventually, bad movies. Faced with the imminent sale of the summer place by his dad (Don Johnson, no less), Eric decides that their last really special party will be a private get-together of the core group, his eight best friends, and they’ll have a good old fashioned orgy — something the gang has never experienced because they missed the ‘60s and ‘70s and then got scared off during the AIDS era (which is still going on, of course). The theme of the orgy will be The Kama Sutra — whose erotic illustrations will provide the game plan. The result is mechanically written, sloppily directed, indifferently acted, and fullof lousy photography that you can barely see in the dark, and don’t want to see when it’s light.

 

Amazingly all eight of them finally agree: nervous therapist Alison (Bell), uptight lawyer Adam (Kroll), Sue (Michelle Forth) who has a big crush on Eric, self-conscious Laura (Lindsay Sloane), frustrated rocker Duquez (Martin Starr) and his lady Willow (Angela Sarafyan) and the guy who’s most into the orgy, Eric’s’ pudgy, heavy-smirking near constant sidekick, Mike McCrudden (Tyler Labine).

There are also two more of Eric’s special buddies: newlyweds Glenn and Kate (Forte and Punch), who were politely not invited to the orgy, because they just got married, and they’re already parents — though they were hurt by the snub and want to come. (Glenn and Kate do show up, in the movie‘s most idiotic sight gag, wearing Native American garb and war bonnets because they misunderstood Eric’s admonition that, in honor of the Kama Sutra, everyone should dress as Indians.

I realize movies like this are not exactly supposed to be plausible. But, if the whole situation reminded me of a soft-core porno variation on Friends, it also reminded me of what I always found unlikely about Friends in the beginning: the early non-sexual or non-romantic attachments among the show‘s big six. Why have these eight stayed together all those years, when there’s only two real couples among them? Bell’s Alison does have a pill of a boyfriend named Marco (Rhys Corio) but he gets dumped before the orgy. And Glenn and Kate, the married couple who feel left out, struck me as a crock — even though Forte and Punch are among the movie’s funnier actors.

And then there’s Labine as Mike, a pudgy buttinsky who wears Norwegian booster t-shirts and is Eric’s near-constant sidekick. It’s a Zach Galifianakis type of role, and Labine Jack Blacks it up. The movie always have him first to strip, once down to a leopard skin thong, which strikes me as poor strategy — and it also whips up an embarrassed little kiss between Eric and Mike that probably only Blake Edwards could have pulled off.

Most of all though, A Good Old Fashioned Orgy is one orgy that makes you feel bad the morning after, or even just walking out of the theatre, even if the characters don’t. It has more dildos than it has jokes that work — and the movie’s attempts at Judd Apatow-style warmth at the end belong in a TV resort commercial. “Orgy” not only didn’t make me laugh, it’s probably put me off orgies forever, and bean dip for at least a day or two. Not to mention Norwegian t-shirts. By the way, sorry my jokes didn’t work. The movie is so bad, it actually seems to destroy your sense of humor too.

One Response to “Wilmington on Movies: A Good Old Fashioned Orgy”

  1. Nck says:

    REAALY? Is THIS the BEST the USA can do for its citizens.? A worthless POS main character..a bunch of WORTHLESS SLUTS………….? REALLY? I kept hoping a mass murderer, having some free time from school shootings would eliminate these annoying, worthless excuses for human beings………..

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He said, “Well, does the woman have dyed blonde hair and fake eyelashes and look like she stepped out of the backstage of some kind of silent movie, and is she with some guy who has wild hair and is kind of dressed like a bum?”

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MB Cool. I was really interested in the aerial photography from Enter the Void and how one could understand that conceptually as a POV, while in fact it’s more of an objective view of the city where the story takes place. So it’s an objective and subjective camera at the same time. I know that you’re interested in Kubrick. We’ve talked about that in the past because it’s something that you and I have in common—

GN You’re obsessed with Kubrick, too.

MB Does he still occupy your mind or was he more of an early influence?

GN He was more of an early influence. Kubrick has been my idol my whole life, my own “god.” I was six or seven years old when I saw 2001: A Space Odyssey, and I never felt such cinematic ecstasy. Maybe that’s what brought me to direct movies, to try to compete with that “wizard of Oz” behind the film. So then, years later, I tried to do something in that direction, like many other directors tried to do their own, you know, homage or remake or parody or whatever of 2001. I don’t know if you ever had that movie in mind for your own projects. But in my case, I don’t think about 2001 anymore now. That film was my first “trip” ever. And then I tried my best to reproduce on screen what some drug trips are like. But it’s very hard. For sure, moving images are a better medium than words, but it’s still very far from the real experience. I read that Kubrick said about Lynch’s Eraserhead, that he wished he had made that movie because it was the film he had seen that came closest to the language of nightmares.

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