Fun without ever being particularly funny, this one-joke comedy-of-bad-manners features a hero who will either tickle your funny bone or make you vaguely uncomfortable: a meek, blank-eyed stock clerk who's managed to make it to the ripe old age of 40 with his virginity intact. Andy Stitzer (Daily Show correspondent Steve Carell) never planned on living the life of a Trappist monk; it's just that whenever the opportunity for sex arose, disaster always seemed to strike first. The more time passed, the weirder it became until, well, here we are: Andy Stitzer is a 40-year-old virgin. No longer particularly concerned with the state of his chastity, Andy is now content simply to tend to his growing collection of still-factory-sealed action figures (symbolism, anyone?) and adhering to a strict daily schedule that includes a rigorous morning workout under the watchful eye of a Doug Henning poster (and you'd have to be at least 40 to remember Doug Henning). Exercise is followed by a complete breakfast and a bike ride to the Smart Tech store where Andy toes the line as a humble stock supervisor. All's well until the night Andy's coworkers rope him into a few rounds of poker and, during a nastiest-sex-story swap session, realize that he's never actually done it (Andy's likening a woman's breast to a bag of sand was a big giveaway). Like a trio of romantically dysfunctional Henry Higginses, Andy's new best buds Jay (Romany Malco), a player who routinely cheats on his girlfriend (Erica Vittina Phillips), David (Paul Rudd), an emotional wreck who's virtually stalking the woman who dumped him two years earlier, and Cal (Seth Rogen), a fellow stock boy whose social life revolves around his bong and Tijuana donkey shows, are determined to make Andy into a viable ladies' man and, hopefully, get the poor guy laid. Andy, meanwhile, has a plan of his own: He's simply going to pick up the phone and call that attractive woman (Catherine Keener) who's just set up shop across the street from Smart Tech — as soon as he screws up enough courage. Cowritten by Carell and Judd Apatow (Freaks and Geeks, Undeclared), the script contains bits that range from promising (Andy at the Date-a-Palooza) to just-too-painful-to-watch (hirsute Andy's chest waxing, which was reportedly done for real), all of which would probably work better as individual sketches than linked together into a nearly two-hour movie. In between are far too many dead spots that the producers have filled with shtick and a blatant barrage of product placements, including such other Universal offerings as DAWN OF THE DEAD and THE BOURNE SUPREMACY. This just might the first time trailers actually appear in the movie. For shame.