One of the odd things about the current wave of teen sex comedies is just how many of them identify with their more popular characters while viewing dorkier characters with a fair amount of distance. Even when one does feature a prominent character who is supposed to be a geek, such as Rachael Leigh Cook in She's All That, he or she is generally played by an actor attractive enough to play the sexy, popular lead in any other film. But Eight Days A Week, a 1997 sex comedy that's been rotting on a shelf long enough to contain once-timely references to Lollapalooza, is so unrepentantly dorky that it views its object of desire (Keri Russell of TV's Felicity) from a literal stalker's gaze. Functioning as a sort of raunchy yet earnest proto-American Pie, right down to a supporting character who fucks a decent-sized watermelon, Eight Days A Week tells the story of a hapless teenager (played by Joshua Shaefer as a surprisingly likable cross between a young Patrick Dempsey and Dustin Diamond from Saved By The Bell) who attempts to woo the girl of his dreams (Russell) by camping out on her front yard for an entire summer. It's a silly, oddly restrictive premise, but truth be told, it makes the film funnier, more eccentric, and, in its own odd way, more touching than American Pie, which it resembles in more ways than one. Filled with weird running gags—the most effective involves Shaefer's dead great-grandfather, who counsels him from beyond the grave in scenes that are inexplicably shot in black-and-white despite taking place in the present—Eight Days A Week is stupid and smutty in a self-conscious way, yet oddly winning. Russell functions as little more than one-dimensional masturbatory fodder, but her character's shallowness seems to suit the outsider tone of the film. It takes a special kind of person to appreciate this sort of movie (namely, someone with low expectations), but for those who like their humor served up with a healthy dose of scatological gags, Eight Days A Week is a worthwhile sleeper.