They're successful girls who discuss sex and cheat on guys. Let me restate this: they're girls who are privy to the sexual hijinks that these insipid comedies usually only let guys experience. Once more: they're players AND they're girls. I'm going to call The Sweetest Thing a feminist breakthrough. I don't mean it. I just need to get it out there before someone says it sincerely. Minus the sex role-reversal, there's not an original slant on any of the film's jokes, many of which are stolen directly from star Cameron Diaz's There's Something About Mary. She plays Christina, a stuck-up clubhopper who can comfortably dance badly along to her discman and publically address her white companions as "girlfriend." When she embarks on a road trip with her best friend Courtney (Christina Applegate), their search for a potentially interesting man who Christina talked to for several minutes in a bar leads to embarrassments involving maggoty food, and an eye-socket penetration through a men's restroom glory-hole. The script by South Park contributor Nancy Pimental is fundamentally ugly in its supposition of normalcy in its uncreative, sex-starved protagonists. And the directorial sleepwalking by Roger Kumble (who gave a lavish sheen to the first half of Cruel Intentions) only makes the material's condescension that much more depressing. If nothing else, The Sweetest Thing poses an interesting social question: are idiots a worthy target audience?