This is a farce with solid performances, but it doesn't hit it out of the park - not even remotely. It's a one-joke story: geeky or gross insurance agents embarrassing themselves, showing their stomachs, and exposing fraud at an insurance conference. Not exactly riveting. John C. Reilly has no pride and has no problem walking around with his gut out, or his ass. Ed Helms gives him serious competition in the I-look-worse-in-my-saggy-tighty-whiteys-than-you-do-in-your-baggy-boxers competition. I cannot say who wins (loses?) that one.
As an aside, do you notice that there are very few top-paid women looking like that in films? Women apparently need to look hot in their undies. (See Bridesmaids for the hilarious exceptions.) I am sick of that.
Anne Heche looks hot in her underwear when she strips down for a late night dip. Sigourney Weaver is good in a nice-gal role, but she doesn't have much to work with here. This movie belongs to the guys - and it's a spaz contest. Remember Revenge of the Nerds? Kind of like that, but dirtier. It's a decent rental, but just fluff.
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