OK, so it's us red-staters fault we didn't flock in hordes to the local screens to plunk down $10 to support this pile of horrid unimaginable trash. This movie doesn't look like a chick flick, let alone a date flick, unless your living in a Frisco bath house.
I wonder what OTHER sex fetishes the hollyweird types want to make but can't jussssst make it jusssst yet.