Summer is a convenient time for studios to offload the dreck that has been gathering dust on their shelves, knowing it will probably be lost amidst the big budget blockbusters most filmgoers are clamouring to see. With any luck the movie will pick up enough quotes to plaster over the video sleeve, justifying the expense of a limited theatrical release.
There can surely be no other excuse for foisting such a vile, inadequate, and witless 'comedy' as "Whipped" on an unsuspecting public. This repugnant monstrosity - produced, written, and directed by Peter M Cohen - has the sole distinction of having no redeeming features whatsoever. It fails on every conceivable level, be it as ribald romp, gross-out farce, or social commentary. It sets out to offend but merely bores, smugly saturating the screen with its sexist, misogynist, and homophobic bigotry.
What passes for a plot concerns three Manhattan males who spend each Sunday comparing notes on their recent conquests. Brad (Brian Van Holt) is a Wall Street yuppie, Zeke (Zorie Barber) a Greenwich Village beatnik, while Jonathan (Jonathan Abrahams) is a compulsive masturbator. Together with their married pal Eric (Judah Domke), they converse in innuendo-laden lingo and view women as nothing more than 'honeys', 'chicks', and 'ho's'.
Clearly they are headed for a come-uppance, and it arrives when they all fall in love with the beautiful Mia (Amanda Peet). The resultant shenanigans are of little consequence, though the fact they involve a vibrator wedged down a toilet should give you reason enough to steer clear.