Jacob Hinchely’s review published on Letterboxd:
Whoever decided that Clark Duke is charismatic and funny enough to pop up in every teen movie circa 2006-2013 (besides himself and his mother), deserves to be put down. But in this movie he's not only supposed to be charismatic and funny, we're also meant to take him seriously as a cocksman or a womanizer. Or maybe not, I'm sure, this movie doesn't even seem to know.
Imagine if Superbad had been casted by morons, written by a couple of morons, and edited by morons, you'd end up with Sex Drive. Tim Orr continues his streak of being the world's most wildly inconsistent cinematographer, and this ranks among his poorest work yet. My favorite scene is probably where our lead leaves a girl - who seems more than willing to fellate him - alone in a bedroom at a party, to talk to one of his friends, then complain about how no one will fuck him... I'm sorry, what? A better scene is when our lead goes into a bathroom stall next to a guy and proceeds to read his text out loud, even though the correspondence magically appears on the screen, so we can follow it with no less than both our ears and eyes. An actual transcript from the editing room. Director: "Hey, how about we both show AND tell?" Editor: "You're a fucking genius, Sean!" Actually, I'm pretty sure they didn't even have a script; they just pointed the camera in a random direction and shot.
Directed by Sean Anders