Sex and Breakfast: Critic Reviews

A tortured talkfest with a premise far less ripe than its title.

Turgid and pointless.

Despite an attractive cast and a few nice moments, Sex and Breakfast is just not that exciting.

The only thing shameful about Sex and Breakfast is its unwillingness to get really shameful.

And lest you're curious about the title: There is actually more time given to breakfast in the film than to sex.

The four restless young bedfellows talk lots and communicate little in trite and stagy digressions; even when they strip off their shirts, they're still emotionally clothed.

Don't be duped by the steamy-sounding premise, for this dud manages to turn the prospect of swinging into a dull and decidedly antiseptic affair.

Suffering from what could be called Garden State syndrome, Sex and Breakfast demands that we empathize with the anguish of straight, white, financially privileged young people and their significantly hot significant others.

What's interesting about the movie are its interests, which are the funny, insightful, curious preoccupations of the young, which is to say they're about sex and sexuality.

Along with his insights into love and tedium, writer-director Miles Brandman makes sure that a lot of mopey mumbling and guitar-strumming fills the soundtrack.