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Perhaps born of a one-night stand between Brief Interviews with Hideous Men and I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, hairstylist-turned-filmmaker Richard Temtchine’s bastard of a debut—about a NYC lothario author (De Lencquesaing) and the class of horny losers he lectures—obnoxiously tries to mine comedy from objectifying women. Unless “declaring jihad on her pussy” is character development and ogling camerawork is a stylistic choice, this shapeless series of unfunny vignettes (interspersed with pointless street interviews) deserves to be slapped hard.
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