In One Night Only, men and women across NYC race to fuck each other's brains out, on this ONLY night of the year when sex for premarital couples is legal. At the center of it all are two wholesome people: Owen (Callum Turner), an honest owner of a small pizza joint, and Allie (Monica Barbaro), a woman whose calling involves singing parody songs for commercials featuring the pharmaceutical companies' next hit. We instantly know they'll end up together; now it's just a matter how many hilarious situations they'll have to go through.
Unfortunately, the screenplay (by Travis Braun) is too lazy, unimaginative and flat to ever rise above low mediocrity level. Several gags - including Owen throwing up right after initially bumping into Allie; a rare condom being flipped in the air, like a coin, only to end up in a sewer; and an elderly couple wrapping themselves in bubble wrap, as some post-modern kink - fall flatter than a week old can of open beer. There're a few things worse than a comedy without laughs, and this mess is just that: a chore.
Turner and Barbaro do, however, have real chemistry, and charisma to burn. They deserve better than this trivial, contrived trash. One Night Only is proof that a good idea (on paper, anyway) is worthless, if the follow through is steeped in complete ignorance of the human condition.
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