Review of Walk of Shame

After a wild night out, clean cut reporter (Elizabeth Banks) is left to trek across the gritty urban landscape by herself if she is to get the job of her dreams. The best way to describe the plot of "Walk Of Shame" is by calling it what it is, "The Hangover" by way of "Falling Down" only without the risque, oddball madness of the former and panoply of intriguing incidents of the latter.

This is not to suggest that a pastiche of other concepts being slapped together could never yield a good product, it's just that "Walk Of Shame" is not an example of such. Is it awful? No, not really. It is a trope heavy to the point of predictability, grossly inoffensive (shocking, given the careless use of stereotyping), and mildly enjoyable, albeit forgettable, affair. In fact, the whole running time I kept on thinking how each and every escapade our main character encountered ended up feeling like a missed opportunity. As aforementioned, it is entertaining enough to not make you give up entirely and I admittedly chuckled a few times despite myself but, really, that's it.

Ultimately, all I came away thinking was how great Banks looked traipsing around in a small, yellow dress and that's a shame for an actress of her prodigious comedic talents. To be fair, she does the best she can with the material and does come off an incredibly likable. The rest of the cast too is noteworthy for milking whatever amusement they can out of the material. One wonders how banal and dull this movie would be had it been populated with lesser personalities.

And that's it. Not much more can be said about this movie. It comes and goes just about as you could possibly guess and not long after you'll forget you watched it. The concept alone should of been fertile ground for more inventive humor but it mostly goes to waste on the familiar. The only shame here is when you occasionally do laugh to a tired old gag.