Ten years later, Chris is more like the Ryan Reynolds we all fell in love with. He' thin, retainer-free and working as a record exec in LA. At an in-crowd party, though, he comes off as a prick, and come to think of it, Chris is not a good person most of the time. He' got the "used-to-be-fat" bitters, I guess.
The masterful Stephen Root (the radio station guy in O Brother, Where Art Thou?
) is KC, Chris' boss. He demands that Chris accompany Samantha James to Paris for a business trip. Played by the irritating Anna Faris, Samantha is a rowdy horn-dog of a superstar trying to launch a music career. Though the movie didn't mention it, she' the kind of character whose Internet sex tape helps boys perfect masturbation.
On the flight to Paris, their plane visits the shithouse and they're conveniently forced to land in Jersey. Back at home, Chris stays at his old house with his younger brother, Mike, and his naive, helpless mother. Chris and his bro always seem to be slapping each other, and Mrs. Brander seems as if she' been slapped around her whole life. Samantha is around too, aggravating Chris and teasing the hell out of Mike' cock.
Soon Chris meets up with his old pal Jamie, and tries his hardest to get out of the "friend zone," and into her pants, and subsequently, her panties"Â¦ you get the point. But can he succeed with pin-up girl Samantha getting all up in his shit? And what to do about the soulful Dustin (Chris Klein) who' also gunning for Jamie? You'll just have to see