Sex in the Title was clearly aspiring to be something great. In fact, 85% through the story there’s even a reference to said greatness:
Sadly, this little tale was not so money that it didn’t even know it.
In “Swingers,” Trent and his friends are total d-bags, but Favreau’s timing is so spot-on and his characters so over-the-top that it’s instantly forgivable and you still pretty much want to bang them (especially Sue. Good godamighty Sue). The same can’t be said for Evan and his friends in Sex in the Title. They’re just pretty much douchebags and are so one-dimensional that it can’t be overlooked. Kind of like:
This book was supposed to be a funny take on romance/relationships from a male perspective. It wasn't. The characters were so schmarmy that each chapter left me feeling like I needed to get tested for the clap without even touching them. And the humor? Sophomoric would be a step up (and I’m a gal that generally loves some lowbrow humor). There’s just nothing good I can say about this one : (