Sex Drive: Critic Reviews

Sex Drive twits its own lost innocence with a knowing backward glance (the winsome leads deserve a more humane movie), and Seth Green is uproarious as an Amish farmer who speaks in sentences so passive-aggressive, they're like tiny slaps.

The most notable thing about Sex Drive is that it reserves all its creativity for ways to revolt and ostensibly delight its target audience.

Duke has good scenes as Lance, but this is a rental, rather than a go-see.

While it elicits a few laughs, Sex Drive has little to ignite either the comic road-trip genre or the teen-sex romp.

Formulaic doesn't necessarily mean lifeless, and Sean Anders, who directs (and co-wrote the script), hits a number of bits just right.

The movie's a working definition of "safe sex."

Just slightly funnier than you'd expect, this dashed-off teen comedy cribs from a thousand other movies, without coming up with anything original of its own.

The trip takes them to hysterical locales, and the cast is often hilarious in this low budget surprise.

This movie doesn't contain 'offensive language'. The offensive language contains the movie.

Sean Anders' derivative gross-out movie Sex Drive is easier to take if you accept that the answer to every baffling plot question is "because it's a teen sex comedy."

The bar for teen-sex comedies has never been very high, but this one clears it and then some.

The comedy is uniformly crude and lewd, some of it works and some of it's lame.

It brings a welcome intelligence and an ensemble of really cool, funny actors to the age-old subject manner.

If Judd Apatow revived the raunchy sex comedy with such films as Superbad and Knocked Up, Sean Anders happily advances the genre with Sex Drive.

Clumsily juggling gross-out gags, cartoonish physical humor and synthetic date-movie sentimentality, helmer Sean Anders offers a bumpy, boring journey in his strenuously unfunny road pic.

The title Sex Drive is a pun about a road trip in search of nooky, but it's also an apt image of what it's like to be a teen guy. You're the car. The stick shift is driving you.

Sex Drive is a Sure Thing for the Superbad generation. But if it lacks much of The Sure Thing's warmth and romance, Sex Drive makes up for that in goofy, no holds-barred raunch.

There should be some kind of law that if you're going to make an incredibly derivative, violent and vulgar teen comedy then it must also be funny.

Not a terribly original movie, but it is often a very funny one.

Once you strip Sex Drive of its naughty bits, all the sex, swearing and loud, loud music, the film is as dull and safe as a 1960 high-school guidance counsellor's pamphlet on dating.

Sex Drive's first 30 minutes may lead one to suspect there's nothing new to be seen here, but it undergoes a transformation once the preliminaries have been dispensed with. John Hughes would be pleased -- and so also might Judd Apatow.

Given the absence of any real freshness or inspired surprise here, it really should have been shorter, but at least the actors play those familiar characters with an energetic conviction.

Occasionally sharp but never quite as smartly formed as it could be, this Sex Drive is only partly worth the trip.