Whipped

REVIEW
Whipped revolves around three repellent single men (and their equally repulsive married buddy), who spend most of their time in a diner sharing vulgar tales of their sexual exploits. Then one day, the three all tell of being in love, or is it like, with their latest hookup. Wouldn't you know it's the same woman (Peet), who turns the tables on them and their womanizing ways. Despite the allure of a three-Peet, the film's obnoxious bores are one-dimensional types (e.g. the masturbator), and the ceaseless dialogue is embarassingly unfunny. Amongst non-actors, Barber is a particularly grating standout for his barked lines. Writer-director Cohen may well be the antichrist of auteur theory; how else to explain this singularly atrocious creation?