Good Luck Chuck Mark Helfrich

Good Luck Chuck Mark Helfrich

I thought License to Wed would easily rank as the worst movie of the year, until it was handily dethroned by The Brave One. Safe in my belief that it would be the stinker of ’07, I confidently went to see Good Luck Chuck. This time I’m not saying Chuck is the worst movie of the year because I’m too terrified of what might come next.

Dane Cook stars as synthetically affable dentist Chuck, whose curse it is to be the man women have sex with just before they meet the man they marry. This doesn’t seem like a bad thing to Cook’s grotesquely misogynist friend Dan Fogler (whose remarks are so foul as to leave bruises on your psyche) but it might pose a problem when Cook meets clumsy goddess Jessica Alba and falls in love. Will he get it on with his paramour and possibly lose her to another man or will he dither as much as possible in lieu of a better plan?

It’s no surprise that the film is ugly and unfunny, with Cook looking to unseat Pauly Shore as the least-appealing star in comedy. But the sheer force of its hatred for women is shocking even for an R-rated comedy from Lionsgate. Not only does a parade of unlucky starlets strip for the honour of humiliating themselves with the star (in cruel scenes that will put you off cinematic nudity for a lifetime), but an opening sequence with a ten-year-old goth girl in a leather bra is as inappropriate as anything seen in a studio film this year, or maybe ever.

From start to finish, this is unbelievably vile, and about as depressing as a movie can get before something else sinks even lower. (Maple)