The most interesting thing about Drew Barrymore's passable directorial debut is its title: I'm still unsure as to what we're supposed to whip here. Maybe the answer is in the book? Perhaps, but don't count on me reading it any time soon.
Whip It is not that good, but it's not terrible either. It occupies that safe spot where its quirkiness never outshines its mundane story. It is also, perhaps to its detriment, not really funny. That is the biggest issue.
