The House Bunny
I might return to posting frequently, just to 'review' random shit.
And complain a lot.
I kept seeing banner ads for "The House Bunny", starring Anna Faris, and decided to check it out. The movie was produced by Happy Madison productions- Adam Sandler and his friends. How bad could it be?
Horrible.
Complete plot:
A playboy bunny gets kicked out of the mansion and finds a job as a house mother for some random college's misfit sorority. They lack social/boy meeting skills and she lacks intelligence, so she gives them makeovers. Another sorority tries to get their charter revoked, and fails because the girls have a tight bond. End.
So there's quite a few things I hated, presented in convenient whiny list form:
1. The girls transform from socially inept and detached to socially acceptable after getting a makeover. It's a magical transition that means, ostensibly, that one's outward appearance directly affects one's thoughts.
2. Money flows like water, inexplicably.
3. Some of the pre-makeover girls aren't that hideous. Boys don't notice them. They get makeup and water bras, and the guys are all up on that shit. And they get with these boys. Word? Moral of the story: fuck being a person, just show cleavage. Not that I like chick flicks, but I thought the point is [often] to empower women or some shit. They should've ignored the guys who ignored them before and gone for the guys who gave a shit before they turned all plastic.
4. Anna Faris plays an unbelievably dense idiot with a heart of gold. That's never been done before, especially by her.
5. None of the characters are developed. Hell, Animal House revolved entirely around parties and drinking. Bluto had a total of about four lines that weren't "Togaaaaaaaaa!" or "Boooooze!" and yet he was a distinct (though stereotypical) character. You think early on that you'll get to meet each character and figure out what they're about, but no. There's the leader-type chick, the manhater who starts liking men, and the pregnant one, and um... that one other chick... and the one with, um... Yeah.
Overall, it sells the notion that women are essentially trophies without value save for that which is given to them by men. Therefore, instead of developing intellect or a personality, they should pretty themselves up and be everyone's friend then hook up with guys who'd ignore them if they were fuggos.
There are two half-exceptions to this. One is at the end, leader-chick talks with frat boy she likes and he mentions he likes her hair when it's not all done up, which is curious seeing as how he never talked to her before she started making herself all plastic. The other is Anna Faris' love interest, played by the dude from Orange County. She tries all this bullshit ditzy shit to try and seduce him and he's actually a man, so boy-seduction doesn't work and he's just annoyed by her immaturity. Some guys like things other than sex with plastics? Wow, revolutionary thought.
So, in my defense, I expected something funny from Sandler and Faris, given all the fucking awesome shit they've done. I didn't expect this shitpile of fuck.
And complain a lot.
I kept seeing banner ads for "The House Bunny", starring Anna Faris, and decided to check it out. The movie was produced by Happy Madison productions- Adam Sandler and his friends. How bad could it be?
Horrible.
Complete plot:
A playboy bunny gets kicked out of the mansion and finds a job as a house mother for some random college's misfit sorority. They lack social/boy meeting skills and she lacks intelligence, so she gives them makeovers. Another sorority tries to get their charter revoked, and fails because the girls have a tight bond. End.
So there's quite a few things I hated, presented in convenient whiny list form:
1. The girls transform from socially inept and detached to socially acceptable after getting a makeover. It's a magical transition that means, ostensibly, that one's outward appearance directly affects one's thoughts.
2. Money flows like water, inexplicably.
3. Some of the pre-makeover girls aren't that hideous. Boys don't notice them. They get makeup and water bras, and the guys are all up on that shit. And they get with these boys. Word? Moral of the story: fuck being a person, just show cleavage. Not that I like chick flicks, but I thought the point is [often] to empower women or some shit. They should've ignored the guys who ignored them before and gone for the guys who gave a shit before they turned all plastic.
4. Anna Faris plays an unbelievably dense idiot with a heart of gold. That's never been done before, especially by her.
5. None of the characters are developed. Hell, Animal House revolved entirely around parties and drinking. Bluto had a total of about four lines that weren't "Togaaaaaaaaa!" or "Boooooze!" and yet he was a distinct (though stereotypical) character. You think early on that you'll get to meet each character and figure out what they're about, but no. There's the leader-type chick, the manhater who starts liking men, and the pregnant one, and um... that one other chick... and the one with, um... Yeah.
Overall, it sells the notion that women are essentially trophies without value save for that which is given to them by men. Therefore, instead of developing intellect or a personality, they should pretty themselves up and be everyone's friend then hook up with guys who'd ignore them if they were fuggos.
There are two half-exceptions to this. One is at the end, leader-chick talks with frat boy she likes and he mentions he likes her hair when it's not all done up, which is curious seeing as how he never talked to her before she started making herself all plastic. The other is Anna Faris' love interest, played by the dude from Orange County. She tries all this bullshit ditzy shit to try and seduce him and he's actually a man, so boy-seduction doesn't work and he's just annoyed by her immaturity. Some guys like things other than sex with plastics? Wow, revolutionary thought.
So, in my defense, I expected something funny from Sandler and Faris, given all the fucking awesome shit they've done. I didn't expect this shitpile of fuck.