Charlie (Cook), cursed at age 10 by a budding wiccan playing spin the bottle, is the lucky charm that helps every woman he sleeps with find her true love...
in the next guy she dates. When he meets klutzy penguin-keeper Cam, he realizes he wants to be the bride, not the bridesmaid this time. Can he find a way to break the curse?
Unnecessarily crude and vulgar, this is a love story with many, MANY cringe-worthy moments... and not just over the in-your-face screwing. Charlie pulls that smothering, overly attentive crap that has women running for a restraining order. His best friend is an obnoxious, lecherous boob... who became a plastic surgeon specializing in... you guessed it. We get to actually see him masturbating into a grapefruit. You can't un-see that.
Part "Love Potion Number Nine" and part "American Pie", if you like crude, in-your-face, talking about balls humor, then you'll like this movie. Personally, I found the slapstick and pratfalls funnier. There were some tender, decent moments that redeemed the movie slightly, but they were few and far between.
Four laugh out loud moments, two holy crap moments when Jessica Alba did something excessively klutzy, and one eyeroll at the very end when tongues froze together while kissing in the Antarctic. As a crafting movie, it's good for filler, but don't go in there expecting any deep thinking. I gave it a two out of five stars. Juvenile doesn't begin to describe it.
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