It takes more than one funny idea to make a comedy.
Films that don't seem to grasp this truism are easy to spot—for example, 2009's Bride Wars, or last year's The Heat. At the center of these were what seemed to be a visually hilarious concept: Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson tackling each other in rage wearing wedding gowns; Melissa McCarthy teaming up with Sandra Bullock as kick-butt female cops for what came off as a second attempt at Miss Congeniality 2.
In each case, one kinda funny five-minute sequence was surrounded by a miserably implausible pile of events, characters, and weak stabs at hilarity.
Walk of Shame is no different, and possibly worse.
Directed by Steven Brill (Mr. Deeds, Drillbit Taylor), the singularly funny concept at this comedy's center is the idea of Elizabeth Banks dazed and confused, literally running around L.A. in a tight yellow dress and high heels. As far as visuals go, it's pure trailer treasure. But the entirety of the movie is a sad mess of shameless stereotypes and a script enslaved to furthering Banks' implausible plight.
Meghan Miles (Banks) is an aspiring news anchor and steady as she goes, fond of proclaiming "I'm a good girl." When her boyfriend breaks up with her, her two best girlfriends take her out for a night of drinks so she can forget about him (in essence, a female version of That Awkward Moment for the first half hour). After going home with bartender Gordon (James Marsden) in an inexplicable burst of spontaneity, she gets a phone call in the middle of the night: the job of her life awaits if she can make it to the news center in five hours. Immediately, she loses her car and her phone and is rendered helpless.
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