Take three horny guys, all twentysomethings, mix with a plot that was old last century, and serve to an audience so desperate for dick jokes and toilet gags they might forgive a movie wired only with clichés. The compensation comes in the three lead actors, all way too good for the material dished out by writer-director Tom Gormican. Michael B. Jordan, so memorable in Fruitvale Station, plays Mickey, a Manhattan doctor whose wife dumps him. In crisis, he turns to his buds, book-cover designers Jason (Zac Efron) and Daniel (Miles Teller). The guys decide a marathon of one-night stands is the answer. No commitments. That’s the ideal way to avoid – wait for it – that awkward moment when a babe decides she wants to get serious. Efron is the alleged sex god—in one scene he even sports a dildo—who breaks the rules by falling for Ellie (Imogen Poots). And, for symmetry, Daniel realizes that his non-sex buddy, Chelsea (the appealing Mackenzie Davis), is turning him on. Kudos to Teller (The Spectacular Now) for generating whatever laughs manage to poke their heads above this sea of misogyny and missed opportunities.