Sometimes, even a hardened critic can be surprised by a movie. Based on the promotional material, Sex Drive appears headed down the worn track followed by a long line of formulaic teenage road comedies. I won't bother listing the titles - those with a fondness for the genre know them by heart. Suffice it to say, it's not an impressive lineage. Sex Drive starts out much as one might suspect from a film with that title and, for a while, it meanders deeper into familiar territory, seemingly on cruise control. Then something unexpected happens. The characters begin developing personalities. The situations start going for more than just cheap laughs. It's as if John Hughes stole pages 30 through 110 of the Sean Anders/John Morris script and replaced it with something that has a heart in addition to gonads.
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