A romantic young man yearns for love in “Cavemen,” a dismal rom-com for dudes that makes the average beer commercial look nuanced and plot-heavy.
In a shamelessly formulaic and predictable story, an LA bartender/screenwriter (a likable Skylar Astin) is forced to bed a succession of panting beauties while wishing he could find The One.
By coincidence, his best friend (an insipid Camilla Belle) is a beauty with whom he has clever and interesting conversations, or at least chats that the movie imagines to be clever and interesting. (“Sex is like ice cream,” Really?)
But the two of them could never fall in love, because . . . well, no reason, actually, but it takes the characters the length of the movie to figure that out.
The screenwriter and his three roommates live in a giant mancave where women line up demanding to be bedded, hence the title of this successor to “No Strings Attached” and “That Awkward Moment.” Too bad the script is as subtle as being clubbed on the head.