Whether you like your sweet sweet love with a hearty side of brashness is paramount to the enjoyment of “Trainwreck”. The title of the film might assume an unexpectedly literal meaning if Amy Schumer’s larger than life entertainment value is a bit too much noise and not enough wit for you. However, it is worth noting that her ouvre sports a kind of bloated realism where jokes never quite steep to the often stinky lows of the “Hangover” crowd. The topsy turvy approach of swapping the stale romcom gender roles are bound to bring about a few smirks even if the tampon jokes and comical sex scenes fail.

Enjoyment aside, “Trainwreck” unfortunately fails to carry out its self-confessed feminist power trip. As the bold and obstreperous Amy finds love, she also seems to lose a large part of what made her the strong and wilful woman she is advertised to be. After Amy becomes lovestruck, “Trainwreck” starts bending to the forceful male gaze. The filmmakers did have the audacity to refrain from a white picket fence and golden retriever “A year later” montage, but the cheerleader scene in the end creates an eerie deja vu feeling of someone recording a bad noughties romcom on your “Trainwreck” DVD. What a sour note to end a relatively entertaining rowdy vaudeville.