This manifests itself, 22 years later, in all of the women he sleeps with finding their soul-mate immediately after. Charlie (Dane Cook) - only called "Chuck" one time outside of the title - is cursed at a make-out party when he is ten years old and won't show a goth chick his penis, that he will never find love.
It is a customary argument of mine - oddly, not one I use very often on this blog - that there is no such thing as a "bad idea," only an idea that has been poorly executed, but Good Luck Chuck puts that theory to the test. Or rather, I hope that you cannot, because only a truly unhappy, crabbed mind could possibly imagine most of these jokes. Now, if that's the best joke in the film, I hope you can imagine what some of the worst jokes were like. The gag - I remember it well, being as it was the only time I laughed - involved a fat man hitting a child in the head with a Frisbee and deadpanning "nice save" by way of apology. At least it's possible to enjoy gallows humor during chemotherapy during Good Luck Chuck's wretched 100 minutes, I laughed one time, and it wasn't even a proper laugh, it was one of those sad little things where you actually say "ha ha" out loud. When I say that Good Luck Chuck is not quite as funny as losing a testicle to cancer, I am not using hyperbole.
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