‘Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass’ Review: It’s Dumb Fun, and That’s a Compliment

A David Wain picture is not for the weak. “Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass” is no different. In this schticky Los Angeles satire, Wain and co-writer Ken Marino ask a simple question: What if “The Wizard of Oz” were a Californian sex comedy about saving your marriage by banging a celebrity?

It’s nuttier than a Snickers bar, tapping into a lighthearted brand of humor that doesn’t exist in Hollywood right now. Nothing about “Gail Daughtry and the Celebrity Sex Pass” should work, and yet, it’s a breath of fresh air in a stale genre that needs goofballs like Wain and Marino to drag us down…