The first release from Revolution Studios, the project of ex-Disney executive Joe Roth is Tomcats. Judging from the film, Revolution either has no way to go but up or will be stuck in a rut of bad movies. Tomcats is yet another entry in the tired gross-out comedy genre, this time joined with the horny bachelor movie. The jokes are just as bad, but the comedy is missing. There are very few if any humorous moments in the film, which leaves the story about commitment-phobic men nearly offensive. Jokes that would normally make their misogyny amusing (in the context of the film of course) fall flat, leaving the men looking like idiotic, sexist pigs.

The Tomcats are a group of college friends who make a pact during the wedding of the first one. The remaining bachelors all invest money into a mutual fund, and the last one single gets the pot. Thanks to the stock market, by the time Kyle (Jake Busey, Tail Lights Fade, Held Up) and B (Jerry O'Connell, Mission To Mars, Body Shots) are the last single men, the account is worth nearly half a million dollars. Michael schemes to get the money because of a large gambling debt incurred in Las Vegas. He has thirty days to pay up $50,000. He wants to set Michael up with Natalie (Shannon Elizabeth, Scary Movie, American Pie). A long time ago, Natalie and Kyle got together, and Kyle unceremoniously dumped her. Natalie wants revenge, and agrees to split the money with Kyle. However, they have thirty days for Kyle, a devout womanizer, to propose. In an original twist (insert dripping sarcasm here), Michael finds himself falling for Natalie. She too likes Michael, and thinks that by showing interest in Kyle, Michael will admit his love to her.

The characters are lame. Michael is a cartoonist. His assets do not total $50,000, yet he has a car, and a fully furnished apartment. His friend Kyle is rich, but does not lend money to friends. Of course not. If he did, there would be no movie. Sex is the only thing on his mind. Natalie is a police officer, which gives her access to lots of surveillance equipment that she and Michael use on Kyle. What a coincidence!

Oddly enough, there is barely any nudity in first time director Gregory Poirier's movie. He also wrote See Spot Run and Gossip, which gives an idea of the quality of work he does. Adolescent males will sneak into this movie primarily to see young hot women (there are a lot of them here) show their boobs (they don't). Leaving this out only puts more attention on the movie itself, which is a bad thing. The script even takes a contrived diversion into the removal of a testicle. It is a laborious and wearying diversion that has no place in this movie. It is not funny. The end of Tomcats brings the inevitable act that somehow redeems the characters and adds some heart to the movie. Again, Poirier does not succeed. Does Michael finally lose the bet? Does it matter? Watching Tomcats is like losing a bet.

Haro Rates It: Pretty Bad.
1 hour, 32 minutes, Rated R for strong sexual content including dialogue, and for language.

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