Oh good grief...where do I begin?
Too many characters.
Thin plot.
A comedy without a single gag of any sort, intending only to rely upon sassy one-liners that often aren't that sassy.
Jason Weaver excepted, a "pretty people parade" full of stiff, supposedly sexy studs and fillies whose airbrushed bodies should overshadow their deficiencies in putting over the weak material. As such, Jason Weaver almost effortlessly runs off with this movie - he's the only character who comes off like a human being and not a Barbie doll. Some of these offenders can be seen to better effect in other productions.
A Rodney Jerkins cameo that goes on way too long and is way too self-congratulating.
As a positive, T.O. didn't embarrass himself. But it's not like he was up against an explosion of talent.
Oh, and hopefully the people from "The Big Chill" never see this.