Walk of Shame – 2 out of 5
I’ve never been the one night stand type of dude so, to me, the walk of shame always meant walking out of Old Country Buffet by yourself and making that long, embarrassing trip to the car while you’re alone with your thoughts and you’re forced to come to terms with the fact you just ate at OCB and you’re praying to whatever deity that will listen that you won’t bump into someone you know. However, according to the more promiscuous members of our society, the walk of shame, apparently, is the act of leaving a person’s home in a disheveled state after a sweaty night of stinky sex with someone you may, or may not, know the last name of. I’m not 100% sure, though, if these events are accompanied by a wacky misadventure.
|The misadventures I have from hitting OCB and not the club usually involve|
getting to a restroom before it's too late. Never do they involve sleeping with
|HE'S GOING TO PUT CORNINGSTONE ON!!!|
|It's like the entire city is against a woman practicing sexual freedom.|
|"We're officers here to arrest you for wearing a skimpy dress and having the nerve|
to believe you have the right to express your own sexuality!"
|Another thing stretched to the limits, my patience with Megan Miles' stereotypical|
|"Tits McGee is off today..."|
I swear, this will be my last Anchorman reference.
|Another disturbing fantasy of Brill's...James Marsden having his pants pulled off|
while he plays acoustic guitar.
Sure, the film may change gears a bit by changing the formula of being dudes wanting to do nasty things to Meghan Miles to women attacking her for dressing like a street walker but, in the end, the abuse she gets from both sexes is more deplorable than humorous. On the surface, there actually may be some commentary to be made but with the fact that each scene is accompanied by a weaker and weaker punchline, all social insight that can be made feels like it is undone by a writer's own shady views of women and their sexuality.
|Also shady, Kevin Nealon in a helicopter. He doesn't belong there!|
Through all of this, Elizabeth Banks is great in her role and is able to be funny in the face of humor that seems to do nothing but repeat itself and the rest of the cast does it job quite well—with the exception of Sarah Wright’s character. That character was the stereotypical dumb friend and she ends up having scenes that could have served the overall humor better if they were just eliminated. In the end, Walk of Shame should have been just called Slut Shaming: The Movie since that really is the only joke the film has in it. Granted, I will admit that I did laugh at times in the film and, even though it was kinda offensive, there is a scene with Megan Miles and some drug dealers and crack addicts that I found to be very amusing and sorta endearing but, in the end, the film had a premise that was stretched way too thin and not enough of a variety to its gags to make it watchable beyond a single time.
|In all seriousness, I really did find Pookie the Crackhead|
to be hilarious.