Amy's O Movie Review
The director of indie faves I Love You, Don't Touch Me! and All Over the Guy makes a star turn here (not to mention directing herself, writing for herself, and producing herself) in a role that is almost undoubtedly Julie Davis in the guise of "Amy."
Amy is a self-help author (instead of a feminist filmmaker) who's become suddenly famous after her "dump that guy!" tome has hit it big. Railing against meaningless sex and hollow relationships, she of course ignores her own advice as she falls for a radio shock jock (Nick Chinlund, one of the least appealing leading men this critic has ever seen try to pass for a "hunk"). Nonetheless, our heroine finds herself breaking every rule she's ever set as she slips into the dysfunctional relationship she tells others to avoid.
If Amy's O (retitled from Amy's Orgasm for obvious marketing reasons) had been less simplistic and more humorous it might have been more worthwhile. As it stands, Davis channels a tiny bit of that Jewish neurotic Woody Allen/Jerry Seinfeld angst but blows it all on an obvious story that never challenges us at all. We know the relationship between her and her new beau is going to implode. It's not even much of a surprise when Amy's (female) publicist attempts to jump her bones.
A couple of funny lines and the role of a Catholic priest as confessor to a Jewess makes the movie chuckle-worthy, but it doesn't pull the entire movie through its running time (almost 90 minutes!). In this case, shortness is merciful, making Amy's O about as filling as a spoonful of marshmallow fluff.