batteries of a fl at marriage by sneaking a camera into their bedroom.
A breezily sleazy montage early in proceedings swiftly establishes that once upon a time Annie and Jay just couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Then came the wedding, kids, jobs, mortgages and all the other anti- aphrodisiacs the modern world can throw at two lovers.
So far, so familiar? Well, if you remember Date Night with Steve Carell and Tina Fey, all you need to do is remove the gangster bits and add some implied porn. Sex Tape delivers the slightly funnier rendition of the same basic premise, by the way.
After Annie and Jay shoot an epic three- hour adaptation of that famous ’ 70s lovemaking manual The Joy of Sex, the old spark seems to have returned. However, all it takes is one accidental upload to “the cloud” – does anyone really know what or where that is? – and pretty soon, family and friends alike are poised to download the marathon sex- travaganza.
What follows is a crazy all- night adventure ( echoes once more of Date Night) where Annie and Jay scamper all over town trying to revoke access to their amorous amateur opus.
Put simply, they have to collect about six iPads and break into offi ces housing a popular porn- streaming server.
For the most part, Sex Tape aspires to surf the same big, broad waves of blue laughter as Bridesmaids or Knocked Up, but never catches a ride for too long.
At best, it’s a passable hybrid of raunch- com and rom- com stylings where the good bits just outnumber the dud bits.
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