All American Orgy and Other Problems in Society

All American Orgy and Other Problems in Society

There are some movies, just judging from the title, that are going to be moderately entertaining, but still pretty forgettable. Not quite bad, but nothing to revisit.

The thing about this one, though, is that it has/had two names which work towards that thought: Cummings Farm as well as All American Orgy. While that latter title recalls Wet Hot American Summer and other similarly titled pseudo-successes (aka flops), the first name this film had seems a bit more amusing. Both, though, should clue the viewer into the ridiculous hour and a half that’s ahead.

If the internet isn’t the reason anyone actually saw this, then Sarah Silverman’s sister is. Laura Silverman plays a mother of two, married to some douchey, mustachioed A&R man who call up a few friends (hers) for an amiable evening at the family’s cabin. And yes, the purpose is to have an orgy - thus the title. Good thinking.

With the arrangements made before viewers arrive, the opening half hour of the film works towards setting everything up.

First, there’s the straight laced couple, replete with glasses wearing, bookish guy whose more than a bit uneasy about what he’s headed to. And then there’s the drunk boyfriend - who has the most attractive girlfriend, by the way - who doesn’t seem bothered by any impending scenario. Of course, Todd - Silverman’s better half - really just has a desire to see some snatch. Any snatch will do, but apparently the collected snatches of his wife’s friends will do.

So, eventually everyone gets there - there’s some side plot with a black dude at a gas station who brings ecstasy to the party and subsequently gets snared in a bear trap, but it doesn’t really matter - and it’s extraordinarily awkward.

There a few attempts to break the tension, but eventually everyone pairs off and gets away for a moment of solitude - but there’s no supposed to be any fucking. There is. And yeah, it’d be hard not to call somewhere a ‘whore’ or a ‘piece of shit,’ but the morons invested in such a scenario asked for it.

The remainder of the evening isn’t any better - there’re utterings of rape. But all again points to the fact that human beings are inherently a monogamous clutch of animals. There aren’t monkey weddings that I’m aware of. And probably there shouldn’t be human ones either.