We all have those days — the ones where we’re just not with it, a bit groggy, where we stumble through knowing we’re not giving 100 percent and not really caring, simply killing time until we can crawl back into bed and hopefully get a fresh start the next morning. In watching Jake Kasdan’s dismal Sex Tape, I was under the impression that many of its key players were having a series of days like this during its making. Uninspired, flat, dull and not at all funny, the movie is a lackluster effort where lead actor Jason Segel, screenwriters Kate Angelo, Nicholas Stoller and Segel and Kasden are concerned. Their work here is the very definition of phoning it in, as these four never exert themselves resulting in a film that doesn’t even reach the level of mediocrity.
All of this take place during the film’s first tepid half-hour and the seemingly interminable hour that follows consists of them scurrying about, trying to retrieve the wayward IPads so that the video can be deleted from them. Thankfully, the ones belonging to their son and grandma are easily dealt with. However, getting back those that belong to their best friends Robbie and Tess (Rob Corddry and Ellie Kemper) and Annie’s perspective new boss (Rob Lowe) proves to be a bit more difficult.
The needless and silly complications that arise in them completing this task are ludicrous and insulting. While it would certainly be embarrassing to knock on the door, explain the situation and ask for the device back so the film could be erased, it’s much more logical than say pretending to collect for charity and ingratiating yourself into a home by saying you have diarrhea so you can look for the device on the sly, which is what these two idiots do. Before the evening is through, the moronic couple will have to contend with a vicious guard dog, be compromised into doing hard drugs, take their children to break into a building housing an Internet porn site and in the end realize just why they fell in love in the first place.
Segel must take two helpings of blame for contributing to this asinine script and being as an enthusiastic as a piece of road kill on screen. While Diaz and the rest are truly trying to find the laughs in this dead-on-arrival script, you get the impression the actor knows he’s in a dog and simply doesn’t care. Segel’s biding time here, waiting for his misery to come to an end, much as I was sitting through this brainless piece of dreck.