Imagine Tucker Max minus the charm and you’ve got . . . well, Tucker Max, but also Blayne Weaver, the star-writer-director of the indie rom-com “6 Month Rule.”
This grueling vanity piece centers on a fast-talking, narcissistic photographer who keeps dumping beautiful women because he doesn’t believe in dating anyone for long. Five minutes in, when he meets the Girl Who Could Change Everything, it’s clear he’ll break all his idiotic rules for her. But unless your life is exceptionally lacking in options, you are unlikely to still be seated in the theater when the film ends. Until then, you’ll be bludgeoned with would-be playful banter between the boor-hero, who avers that any relationship can be gotten over in six months, and the magically ungettable Girl.
Weaver, a greasy middle-aged nonentity who resembles a seedier version of Christian Slater, could, when he was younger, have aspired to a role like Street Corner Dude No. 4 in a road-company version of “Grease.” But as a leading man, his immense lack of charisma matches the total absence of talent he shows as a writer.