One of the ridiculous aspects of Hollywood style comedies like The Ugly Truth which have the premise of a lead character who is unable to find a partner is that they usually cast obviously attractive people in the role making that premise unlikely. Admittedly in this case, Katherine Heigl's difficulty is that she sets standards that are improbably high which might make the premise more believable if not for the fact that it is then improbable that she would be as influenced as she is by a character such as that portrayed by Gerard Butler.
Heigl is the television producer who is stunned when Butler is brought in as a shock jock type journalist in a bid to improve ratings on her faltering morning television program and who then falls under his mentoring influence in her search for a relationship.
There are odd double standards in this film. Butler shies away from saying masturbate whilst the innocent looking Heigl intones suck, cock and fuck with..dare I write it.. gay abandon.
I found a lot of this film quite unfunny and it seemed to me insulting to women but clearly a number of women in the audience I was part of didn't agree judging by their loud and frequent laughter.
If this were real life, Heigl would simply have a line of men stretching around the block to put one up her, before fucking off so she could scrape out her casm and go again.
ReplyDeleteIf this were real life, her money and beauty (subjective BTW) wouldn't be enough to make up for the fact she's a stone-faced cunt.
If this were some kind of fantasy realm, say like in the movies, Butler would be employed full time to walk around shirtless and blow me on command.
Fantasy has a sick sense of humour, but thankfully so does reality!
Ah, chick flicks. Inconsequential fluff and nonsense. They're a dime a dozen. Here's how you make 'em:
ReplyDeleteFind two reasonably thin people in their early thirties. Send them to make-up for a few days to hide the blemishes and give them whatever the hair fashion of the day is. Wardrobe does the same. Mis-match the two: he is scruffy, she is elegant, OR, he is classy and she's a slut.
Make them meet in a workplace, bar, construction site, bus, fancy party. They will instantly hate each other. Still, they will sleep together. They fall in love, but then there's a misunderstanding that breaks them apart. They both hurt private little hurts. They share their hurts with best friends or colleagues or family members. One or both of them "moves on."
They see each other on the street, in a bar, at a meeting, or another fancy party. They will ignore each other, only to be forced together somehow. They fight again, they may part, but one will find the other and proclaim true love and declare that whatever happened before doesn't matter, does matter, or whatever. By this time we don't care because we know what's coming.
They sleep together again and realize they were made for each other (in fact they were, see make-up and wardrobe above). They live happily ever after (which means at least through the credits and the familiar pop music blaring at the end).
Then the actors move on to the next chick flick, or they do some commercials or reality tv, or they get fat and unemployed and we never hear from them again.
Victor, I was going to comment but that sugar tongued charmer the Mutant has stunned me into silence.
ReplyDeleteDoes he kiss his mother with that mouth, you think?
TBNIL - Mutant regularly leaves me silent :-)
ReplyDeleteMutant - no comment :-)
wcs - I see a career in Hollywood beckoning for you.