Good Luck Chuck is supposed to be a sexy romantic comedy. The problem is that it is not sexy. It is not romantic. It is not funny. This is a movie that expects us to find a woman with three breasts funny. There are situations where superfluous female anatomy can be entertaining (see Mallrats), but weâ€™re supposed to laugh just because theyâ€™re there. This is a complete waste of time, and one of the worse movies ever made.
It concerns one Charlie Logan (Dane Cook) who, upon rebuffing the advances of the token goth girl during a spirited game of spin-the-bottle, is doomed to always have his girlfriends leave him only to find true love in their next fling. Somehow the news gets out and all of a sudden Logan finds himself besieged by women desperate to sleep with him so they can find â€œthe one.â€ This leads to vignette after vignette filled with coital fury, a technique that may titillate teens desperate for on-screen breast footage, but quickly becomes boring to the rest of us.
Soon Charlie is infatuated with Cam Wexler (Jessica Alba.) He doesnâ€™t want to sleep with her so that he may keep her for himself. There is a gross-out moment in an attempt to prove the curse wrong, and a pilgrimage to find the goth girl who cast it, but itâ€™s all in aid of a ridiculous premise. Cam is so daft and clumsy that sleeping with her is the only thing that somebody might want to do. There are no surprises – the movie develops and ends according to formula.
Jessica Alba is one of the best-looking actresses in Hollywood, but itâ€™s becoming increasingly clear that she cannot act. Iâ€™ve been waiting ever since Idle Hands for her to blossom, and it just hasnâ€™t happened. She hasnâ€™t helped herself with the roles sheâ€™s chosen, but you can only work with what youâ€™re given.
And I want to like Dane Cook. He seems like a nice enough guy who could go far playing the same kind of average-joe-cum-straight-man that Luke Wilson plays so well. But he isnâ€™t funny, and his performance in this movie, which consists largely of faking intercourse followed by acting like a stalker, just might sink his career. If this is what we have to look forward to, maybe thatâ€™s for the best. Even in a movie like Mr. Brooks, the best Cook can hope for is to not wreck everything.
In one of those Chris Farley buddy comedies a clearly disgusted David Spade intones â€œI can actually hear you getting fatter.â€ While watching Good Luck Chuck I could actually feel my IQ going lower. This is a movie with no redeeming qualities that can only be saved if all copies are found and destroyed.