Too Much Sex (1999)

I'm tempted to say TOO MUCH SEX has too little sex. Too little to compensate for the lameness of the comedy and for the amateurishness of the actors. But maybe it's a question not of too little sex but of too little sexiness. The female lead is plain, in a rather masculine-looking way. That's no sin, except in a comedy that has no other kind of charm to offer. The best that can be said is that it attempts to point a respectable if shopworn moral: that the answer to the fear of death is the redemptive power of love. It's sort of like ALL THAT JAZZ rewritten by a bunch of not particularly intelligent or talented high-school dropouts.