In this remarkably unfunny gross-out comedy, Dane Cook plays a dentist with a gift that any guy would want, or at least any guy without a conscience: After he sleeps with a woman, she finds her soul mate and gets married. Taking advice from his best friend (Dan Fogler), Cook plows a gaggle of dim-witted, drop-dead-gorgeous ladies. Enter Alba, a penguin expert with the wide-eyed naíveté of a seven-year-old, someone who Cook (for the first time?) doesn't just want to bone and discard. The real trouble with Good Luck Chuck isn't that it's raunchy. The Farrelly brothers' better work and recent films like Superbad are just as dirty as this. But here the jokes aren't on horndogs and their ignoble pursuits; they're on the women those guys manipulate. Take the scene where a peppy blonde is giving Cook a blow job and trying to say, "I love you." See, her mouth is full. Funny, right? Or when Fogler, whose main character trait is masturbating into grapefruit, meets the girl of his dreams: a three-breasted woman. And get this: She's so dumb she likes showing them off to anyone who asks. Then there's the pimply, obese woman who Cook woos as a test to see if anyone would actually marry her. The whole thing comes off as mean-spirited, even depressing, and the only chuckles arise from the filmmakers' attempt to make the ending romantic. As for Cook's career, he better watch his step: With another dud like this, he might become the 2000s' answer to Pauly Shore.