Unlike the first film which at least managed some degree of entertainment, director Gregory Jacobs’ XXL is a series of small sexy islands in a vast sea of dusty dialogue, unbearable existentialism and boring everything else.
Premise: Mike Lane and his crew have one last hoorah at a stripper convention with many laughs and antics on the way. Result: Boring and messy even when naked is a terrible, terrible thing.
It is difficult to tell what XXL is about or better what it is not about. It attempts to be a naked-fest, a thought-piece on life and love, a quasi-romantic comedy, a drug-use cautionary tale, a commercial for frozen yogurt, a bordello-how-to kit, and just about anything in between. It successfully executes on none of these objectives.