Susan Granger’s review of “WHIPPED” (Destination Films)
Luscious Amanda Peet deserves better than this wretched sex comedy. She’s built up a loyal following from TV’s “Jack and Jill” and made a charming appearance in “The Whole Nine Yards,” but this is a disaster. Written, produced and directed by Peter M. Cohen, the story revolves around three, single twenty somethings who gather each Sunday morning for breakfast in a Manhattan diner, along with a fourth buddy who is married, to brag and exchange graphic tales of their erotic Saturday night conquests. They’re self-proclaimed experts in “scamming” which involves scoring a date and having sex with a woman. Brian Van Holt plays the Wall Street guy, the slickest of the trio; his trick is to approach women and pretend to be their friend’s brother. The friend is always named Jen because, as he reasons, “they all have a friend name Jen.” There’s Zorie Barber, a shallow pseudo-hippie, East Village screenwriter type; pathetically eager Jonathan Abrahams, who’s supposed to be sensitive; and Judah Domke, who gets vicarious thrills and whose exploits with a juicer and an egg beater are minor league. However, the group’s womanizing camaraderie is challenged when they meet an enigmatic, uninhibited sexpot – that’ s Peet – and she begins to date all three – at the same time. It seems she’s scamming them, waiting until the second date to have sex and then vowing to each that he, and he alone, is the one she truly loves. The less said the better about the grotesque scene in which Peet’s vibrator is dropped into an unflushed toilet. On the Granger Movie Gauge of 1 to 10, “Whipped” sinks to an obnoxious low with a creepy, cynical, coarse 1. It’s a smutty, repellent sleazefest.
