On the first page of my notes, I wrote "Starts slow." On the second page, I wrote "Boring." On the third page, I wrote "Endless!" On the fourth page, I wrote: "Bite-size Shredded Wheat, skim milk, cantaloupe, frozen peas, toilet paper, salad stuff..."

It's more successful at mild erotica than it is with comedy, but its ineffectiveness is notable on both counts.

Every actor looks rightly embarrassed.

From the outset, Marshall covers himself with shame as he clumsily juggles a caper comedy with old-fashioned soft porn.