Night School has all the trappings of the usual Kevin Hart movie, but his brand of over-the-top, self-deprecating humor is in top form.

Such sexual tone-deafness is especially infuriating because the film is almost enlightened in other areas.

The film is a vehicle for Haddish, whose timing and delivery make the jokes jump off the page.

With a story this overused, I’d be far more forgiving if it was at least funnier. But it has no real comedic flair, and so didn’t generate any noteworthy reaction outside of the occasional chuckle.