Good-natured but almost completely mirthless, “Dave Barry’s Complete Guide to Guys” is, at just over an hour, barely even a movie. Adaptation of the humorist’s popular book completely ignores narrative as it unimaginatively employs a chapter-heading format that would make it suitable bathroom reading, if only that sub-genre had a cinematic equivalent. Lame and tame attempt to parlay Barry’s jokey insights about “guy” nature into something that merits sustained attention has no bigscreen future, but could presumably be successfully marketed as a DVD over sports channels and with the Wal-Mart crowd.
With Barry, in Hawaiian shirt and shorts, serving as in-person guide to guydom, pic tries to define the difference between “guys” and “men” through the ages, from “The Dawn of Guys” in Africa to such pressing contempo conundrums as why guys have no trouble fiercely aligning themselves with a sports team for life but have such commitment problems when it comes to women. Artlessly shot on digital video around Miami and with sound that was very subpar, at least at Santa Barbara preem, pic, despite the raunchy possibilities, travels in very soft PG territory.