Swinging with the Finkels (2011): C-

A bad sitcom stretched into a bad movie, Swinging with the Finkels tries to find the humor in the woes of married life, and as someone who has experienced just the kind of relationship-testing sexual plateau as depicted herein, the superficially cute manner with which the film addresses these woes was particularly irksome. Mandy Moore and Martin Freeman are the titular married pair. Nine years since tying the knot, things have grown stale, and they decide to enlist another couple for a one-night trade-off to make things interesting once again. Broken up by title cards with annoying quips ("Life without Wife") and platitudes that make one long for the literary qualities of a fortune cookie, the film pads out their crisis with next to no consideration for character motivation; they're stick figures to project yourself onto. If the mere utterance of penis is funny to you, by all means. Or if you feel like taking a mental trip to the 1960s. Or watching Mandy Moore masturbate with a cucumber. For anyone else finding themself confronted with this thing: it helps if you don't look directly at it.