When I need money, I'm gonna totally start up with selling some sex. Except my Amazon erotica ain't selling. Maybe I should be a lady or get some talent. That's what Lauren and Katie learn in this love letter to phone sex.
In this movie… You know what? I'll just quote imdb:
"Former college frenemies Lauren and Katie move into a fabulous Gramercy Park apartment, and in order to make ends meet, the unlikely pair start a phone sex line together."
Let's break this down to see if you want to watch this movie:
Do you use the non-word "frenemies?"
Do you hate seeing privileged white girls live in elaborate apartments in New York City's super rich apartment?
Do you believe that privileged white girls would have so much difficulty finding work they would have to get into phone sexery?
Do you think two white girls who would both use the term "frenemy" an "unlikely pair?"
And there's all the phone sex and use of Justin Long saying "cock." I mean, I think he said it. He's the token gay character so he should have.
If you said "no" to any of these sentences, well, maybe go watch Thor Ragamuffin again. There's no nudity here.