Through all this, one feels nothing more strongly than an acute sympathy for all involved -- in particular Ricci, who gives her role more than it deserves, and Herrmann, a classy character actor who once won a Tony.
Is there a staler target for satire than the porn industry? Is there any humor left to be gleaned from describing X-rated acts in G-rated language? Bucky Larson suggests there isn't, yet it plunges ahead all the same.
The entire premise feels about 35 to 40 years out of date, and while the porn business is a supremely easy target for comedy, this movie doesn't have any idea of what might be funny about it, besides perhaps "tee-hee - boobies."