I watched My Date with Drew on Friday night. I’m just going to cut to the chase: This film is awful. It’s so bad; I’m kind of shocked it got the attention that it did. And it goes to show that Americans will watch pretty much anything. Hell, I hated it from the very beginning and I watched the entire thing.
The guy who made it was one of the most annoying people I have ever not met. Seriously, by the end of the film, I fantasized about beating him up. What a whiney, pathetic non-loser wannabe loser. He spent so much time trying to convince everyone that he was this big geek. Instead, he came off as some well-to-do douchebag from Long Island. I couldn’t stand the guy and I like nerds, outcasts. (What’s this new cool thing with preppy men trying to convince everyone they were once nerds in high school? I am willing to put a hundred bucks down on the fact that homeboy never hung from anything by his underwear.) He lacked creativity. He lacked nerdiness. He lacked pretty much anything interesting. He lacked a history of not fitting in. He lacked everything but chest hair. Even his douchebag friends were lame. (To the director: Why did you feel compelled to make a movie casting yourself as the star? And then why did I actually sit through your piece of shit of a film? The only loser here was me.)
Sitting through this movie was like waiting for two really ugly, uninteresting people take a really long time to have really lame, unfulfilling, bad sex. It was like watching 1.5 hours of horribly uneventful foreplay, and for what: A horribly uneventful “climax”. This film left me impotent and pissed off.
I’m so glad I didn’t pay for this.