The Cinema of the Four

Sex Drive

Watson the Fourth had to retrieve my from the Hotel Dulong in Lyons, Ohio this week, where I had fallend into the blackest depression. Attempting to investigate both “Max Payne” and “W.” had broken down even my iron constitution with the boredom of a falsely advertised, poorly executed detective drama and weak retelling of current events. Even the knowledge that the world would soon be rid of both Max Payne and George W. Bush imitators was insufficient to rouse me from my cinematic prostration.

The good Watson IV felt my system would be much improved by a couple of hours in a bachelor movie, and within a week of my return I found myself in a theater looking into the movie “Sex Drive.”

Although it is hard to investigate “Sex Drive” without alluding to the movie “American Pie,” there was still a freshness to the film that began to revitalize my system early on. Observing the details of the “Senor Donut” mall kiosk told me that someone was having fun with this movie. Combining a road movie with a teen romantic comedy plot helped give the movie an added twist. Seth Green’s dry sarcasm and James Marsden’s male histrionics were at the core of an array of road-to-Oz variety of characters making the trip a worthwhile device, and the everything-comes-together climax was worth a good laugh or two.

Perhaps, in retrospect, “Sex Drive” could be seen as a comedy of a solid “Harold and Kumar” level, but sometimes that is simply enough. Especially after seeing things like “Max Payne” and “W.”

By the way, my advice to you is not to see “Max Payne,” ever, unless you’re a Mila Kunis fan trying to complete your overview of her work. Mark my words, that girl has a career ahead of her, Watson.