Cameron Diaz looks especially good in Sex Tape, from all conceivable angles, but unlike some of her other
recent comedy vehicles (Bad Teacher, The
Other Woman) this one actually offers laughs, plus a compatible costar in
For a goofy, R-rated comedy the initial premise is
surprisingly credible: a happily married woman writes a “mommy blog” and wistfully
remembers how she and her husband used to have great sex, all the time, until
parenthood took the spark (and opportunity) out of their lives. One night, with
their two kids away at Grandma’s house, they try to rekindle that magic.
Nothing seems to work until he proposes that they video themselves enacting
every position described in Alex Comfort’s book The Joy of Sex. Unfortunately, he fails to delete the video from
his iPad and it spreads like wildfire to a multitude of iPads he’s recently
given to friends and acquaintances.
At this point, the movie becomes a full-out, R-rated farce:
frantic, sometimes overly frantic, but often quite funny, as Diaz and Segel gingerly
approach various iPad owners in the loop. One of them is Rob Lowe, a “family
values” mogul who’s about to buy Diaz’s blog for big bucks—if they can only
keep him from watching the video.
Much silliness ensues, but the movie rarely runs out of
steam. Diaz and Segel are a good match, with Rob Corddry and Ellie Kemper as
their best friends. Segel and his frequent writing partner Nicholas Stoller get
screenplay credit alongside sitcom writer-producer Kate Angelo, who originated
Director Jake Kasdan doesn’t miss a single laugh
opportunity, and if the film is a bit ragged at times, its likable stars smooth
over most of the rough spots.
Best of all, Sex Tape
doesn’t wear out its welcome. With high energy and a touch of discretion (to
please a wide audience and avoid an NC-17 rating) it accomplishes everything it
sets out to do in an hour and a half. It may not be cinema for the ages, but