Three cups bizarre plot twists; two teaspoons sappy Hollywood romance; a handful of Dane Cook word vomit: ingredients for the best movie ever made.
That's right. Good Luck Chuck changed my life. But then again, what movie about a guy who's been hexed so that every girl he sleeps with ends up marrying the next man she meets hasn't?
Cook plays the titular character Charlie Logan, who at the tender age of 13 gets cursed by a Goth girl. The reason: he won't toss her salad with his utensil during Seven Minutes in Heaven at a birthday party.
Ironically, in the years that follow, Charlie ends up doing the dirty deed with dozens of stick-thin beauties who start to use him as a gateway to matrimonial bliss. The irony continues when, at an ex-girlfriend's wedding, Charlie meets and falls for Cam (Jessica Alba), an amazingly beautiful penguin trainer who happens to be a complete and utter klutz.
In the courtship that follows, Charlie decides Cam is the girl of his dreams and vows to put to rest the curse that has followed him to the ends of the vaginal earth. Definitely not the beginnings of what I would call a predictable, semi-decent two-hour movie complete with crude humor and sparse laughs.
What caused my love affair with Chuck? Did it start when his fat, obnoxious friend Stu (Dan Fogler) hits an old lady in the back of the head during a game of Frisbee, only to be called "shithead" and have his disc stolen in return? Or when, in an attempt to break the curse, Charlie decides to seduce and bed 400 lb. beast Eleanor Skipple (Jodie Stewart)? Perhaps I fell head over heels during the end credits when Charlie's uproarious sex tape with a stuffed animal penguin aired. Filmed by Cam, it was wild and sexy enough to rival those of both Pam and Paris