10 Rules for Sleeping Around: Film Review

Courtesy of Thinkfactory Media
A numbingly unfunny sex farce.

Two couples court open-marriage catastrophe in Leslie Greif's abortive comedy.

TV producer Leslie Greif has rarely ventured onto the big screen since working on Walker: Texas Ranger with an up-and-comer named Paul Haggis. His last experience, directing and cowriting the 2006 Chevy Chase bomb Funny Money, might have convinced a more cautious man to stick to exec-producing generic reality-TV fare. Instead, Greif returns with 10 Rules for Sleeping Around, which should hammer the last nail into the coffin of his theatrical aspirations. Inept in just about every way, the farce about two pairs of would-be philanderers may well prove to be 2014's most unenjoyable comedy, provided Adam Sandler doesn't have a third Grown Ups planned for this summer. Unlike Grown Ups, this picture will make only a brief flicker in theaters before reaching VOD purgatory.

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Jesse Bradford plays Vince, the numbskull who sets the story in motion by convincing his wife, Cami (Virginia Williams), that they should have an open relationship governed by a douchebag decalogue of his own design; things go predictably awry when Cami decides to exercise this freedom with a cougar-hunting Hamptons horndog. At the same time, Vince has sold his dim-bulb bro, Matt (Chris Marquette), on proposing a similar sexual arrangement to his easily flustered girlfriend, Kate (Tammin Sursok), who's soon chasing Cami out to the Hamptons to join in the misbehavior. Mistaken identities and misinterpreted clues pile up as the four characters separately try to crash a party-of-the-season thrown by a notorious Hollywood hedonist (Michael McKean).

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These leads have scores of credits among them, but as directed by Greif most would have a hard time landing a gig in a deodorant commercial. Dialogue spills out indiscriminately, its lack of comic timing not helped by Richard Nord's editing. Failing at banter, Greif tries to score laughs with some faux-naughty outrageousness, most of which involves a teenage boy running around naked, with feathers stuck to him, with an amorous dog in hot pursuit. A funnier film might have gotten away with having this desperate kid fend off his canine pursuer with campus anti-rape slogans like "My body, my choice!"; this one simply begs to be found offensive in addition to stupid and desperately unfunny.

Production: Thinkfactory Media

Cast: Jesse Bradford, Tammin Sursok, Chris Marquette, Virginia Williams, Michael McKean, Wendi McLendon-Covey

Director-screenwriter: Leslie Greif

Producers: Harry Basil, Leslie Greif, Vince P. Maggio, Herb Nanas

Executive producers: Giancarlo Arduini, Bart Blatstein, Ray Cooney, Alan Ett, Muhammed Gohar, Kevin Mitchell

Director of photography: Tom Priestley Jr.

Costume designer: Karri Hutchinson

Editor: Richard Nord

Music: Alan Ett, Nathan Matthew David

Rated R, 94 minutes