Yet another double entendre smut-fest from screenwriter Apatow (and director/writer Kasdan), who mock every music bio cliche they can twang a guitar at. Reilly goes silly for his title role as a white boy singer (with a family tragedy that haunts him) who gets that devil rock 'n' roll in his soul and finds it leads to drugs and debauchery, if not the love of a woman (Fisher) too good for him. Much like a novelty record it's clever for a moment but repeated exposure may cause brain damage.