‘Everybody Wants To F*ck Me’ Review: A Hard-Working Taron Egerton Is Blameless in Muddled Takedown of the Faux-Feminist Male

The funniest moment in writer-director Jonathan Schey’s waggishly titled debut feature, Everybody Wants to F*ck Me , occurs within the first couple of scenes. After picking up a young woman played by Mia McKenna-Bruce in a crowded bar by positioning himself as her rescuer from a guy refusing to take the hint and buzz off, Taron Egerton ’s seemingly wholesome Adam gets up the following morning and returns to the bedroom to present her with a perfect flat white. But he freezes in deal-breaker horror when she puts down the cup not on but next to a coaster. The obsessive neat freak beneath the easygoing surface of the virtue-signaling feminist ally might have made an amusing motif if it were ever referenced again. Related Stories Movies 'The Last Photograph' Review: Zack Snyder Tries Indie Filmmaking on for Size, With Painfully Ponderous Results Movies Six Years After Starring Father Died Soon After TIFF Short Premiere, 'Strong Son' Director Returns With Grief Drama

But this dark comedy — which drops the asterisk from the title onscreen — that morphs into gender studies satire, morality tale, thriller and horror (of both the supernatural and body varieties) without ever settling definitively on one thing has no time for follow-through, because it’s too preoccupied with figuring out what kind of movie it wants to be. Does it have anything to say about the performative sensitivity of the predatory male on the 21st century dating scene? I couldn’t tell you, because it’s never coherent enough to make a point. Everybody Wants to F*ck Me The Bottom Line Hard pass, thanks. Venue : Toronto International Film Festival (Special Presentations) Cast : Taron Egerton, Jessica Henwick, Charly Clive, Herbert Nordrum, Mia McKenna-Bruce Director-screenwriter : Jonathan Schey 1 hour 43 minutes

The first-look production shot of Egerton jogging through a London park wearing the kind of short running shorts that turned Colin Farrell and Paul Mescal into Important Gay Thirst Traps (congrats on those thighs, BTW) promised a much cheekier sense of humor. But this is a movie that’s rarely as funny as it seems to think it is.