The 36 stars are mainly for Juno Temple, looking absolutely scrupulous, and Katheryn Hahn being brave as all fuck and getting plenty naked all throughout the movie. Other than that, this is a rather unfortunate mess of a film.
So Hahn is married mother of 1, but her and her husband aren't screwing. I don't know why, the script doesn't seem to know why, and no real answers are provided as the husband is pretty much written with all the depth of a potato.
Needing a spark in their life, the couple go to a strip club and Hahn ends up becoming infatuated in some way with a dancer, played by Temple.
The script is so all over the place and unfleshed that I'm not real sure if Hahn wants to save the stripper, fuck the stripper, write a book about the stripper, who the fuck knows. Anyway, she finds out that Temple does a little more than strip but this doesn't seem to bother Hahns character much as she still lets her live in her house with her husband and kid, both of whom might not as well exist for the movies first 70 minutes or so.
So shit happens that I'll not spoil, but it doesn't much matter. The film seems to take joy in having people do stupid things, never communicate and seemingly exist on different planes altogether for no good reason. Then when it's time to wrap things up in a tidy bow, we're expected to have some sort of affinity for the plight the characters have gone through to get there. Sorry man, it's a shitty story told in a shitty fashion and Hahns effort and willingness to bare herself, literally and metaphorically, is fucking wasted. And that's a damn shame.
Afternoon Delight is all smoke and no fire.
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