“Dinner for Schmucks” is a screwball sex comedy that should be rated R rather than PG-13 because of the explicit and continuous sexual content. This movie is definitely not for young teens. The writing is pretty sharp, there’s some funny stuff that’s not ribald, and Steve Carell is totally in his element as a dork unwittingly invited to a bored-richpeople’s-dinner in order to be secretly made fun of. There’s a big job promotion for Tim (Paul Rudd) riding on the success of this dinner. Tim and his live-in girlfriend have a sweet love story woven in, mostly to pluck at our heartstrings. Barry (Steve Carells’ character) has a sad exwife story-line. The film is medium-paced and relaxed, which exposes the actors, who do a great job for what the movie is. Barry is one of those annoying “Planes, Trains and Automobiles,” “What About Bob?” “Cable Guy” nuisances who just won’t go away. Barry’s particular schtick is mice taxidermy dioramas. It’s funny and it totally works. Are the sex jokes funny? Yes, but crude. Often shocking, in-your-face, devolution cheap shots. Sometimes Hollywood doesn’t realize how crass it really is, how it has contributed to the lowering of culture that is now commonplace, how not the whole world is exposed to what goes on at wild Hollywood parties, perhaps. But then, what about what goes on at parties on college campuses? Which came first? The chicken or the egg? I constantly felt embarrassed and insulted by this movie for just relentlessly taking me where I didn’t want to go (the gutter). I even found myself sort of “not hearing” what I didn’t want to hear. I just blocked it out because it makes me sad. John Paul’s theology of the body teaches us that lasciviousness induces melancholy. In this movie it was too much too often and degrading. It felt like, somehow, the movie just wasn’t coming from a good place, but from a place that just wanted to make money but knew that it had to actually be a little clever to do good box office. (What the Bible calls a wisdom that is “cunning.”) Perhaps we, the audience, were being played for schmucks for going along with this movie. My advice? Skip “Dinner.” You won’t even feel hungry.