BARRY MUNDAY Patrick Wilson unconvincingly hides his male-model bod and visage under a layer of dough and a greasy goatee in order to play the sleaze-made-good title character of Barry Munday. Though his choice of facial hair is, according to, synonymous with “not getting laid,” Barry is actually a fairly successful male slut — until he's assaulted by the father of one of his flirt targets, and wakes up in a hospital without testicles. As Barry sets forth learning to live life literally without balls, he's informed that he has impregnated Ginger (Judy Greer), a homely bar conquest from several months previous. Barry sees this accidental conception as a sign of fate, and his enthusiasm over impending fatherhood leads to an awkward embrace by Ginger's parents (Malcolm McDowell and Cybill Shepherd), and the unwanted attention of her polar opposite sister (Chloe Sevigny), a business student who moonlights at a strip club. Barry Munday is a dreadfully unfunny slog through contemporary dysfunctional family indie cliché, with just enough “adult situations” to potentially confuse VOD menu browsers into thinking it's soft-core — the only conceivable explanation for why it was plucked from second-tier film festival obscurity. What a waste of a cast — McDowell might be willing to do anything for a price, but even Shepherd is too good for this material. Most baffling is why Sevigny would devote her Big Love hiatus to this dreck, when plenty of Euro fashion mags would — and have — offered her a much classier venue in which to play peeler. (Karina Longworth) (Music Hall)

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