Review of Humpday (2009) by Jennifer S — 23 Mar 2012

Okay, if you're like a friend of mine, who finds scenes of extreme awkwardness so uncomfortable that you're not even willing to sit through them (squirming), then stay well away from this film.

If however, you're like me, and willing to laugh at the holes that machismo can sometimes dig for itself, you'll laugh your ass off. Which is what I did. I guess I see something of myself in the speech patterns, vocabulary and points of views of these characters, and I can completely root for these two confused jackasses.

While they're drunk at a party, they decide to enter an amateur porn competition, and they hang onto the idea once they sober up the next day. Their pact to screw each other on camera becomes a dumbass game of pseudo-intellectual sexual chicken.

They end up investing way too much of their identities in their pact, despite the fact that they both have real, actual and valid reasons to go through with it. Ben wants to prove to himself that he's not the button-down domestic prude that he looks like, and Andrew wants to prove to himself that he's the Bohemian artist that he believes himself to be.

But despite their platonic closeness and their obvious brotherly love for each other, they have to struggle to find some way to overcome their biggest hurdle: namely, neither of them are the slightest bit gay.

This movie is such a scream. It's not often that a pair has to have impossible sex to save the friendship, but here we are. Man, I love this movie so much.