You know what, this week's Deep Hurting Project is The Hottie and the Nottie. I'm going to keep this short, because I managed to go through the entire film, do one of my usual write-ups, and then delete the whole thing before I finished it, so I'm going to do a little rant.
This movie is a vehicle made just after the height of the whole "let's make Paris Hilton a thing" phoenomenon of the mid-2000s, and it treats her as the most beautiful woman in LA to the point where this guy who knew her in the first grade becomes obsessed with her as an adult and even stalks her. She is strangely okay with this, but there's apparently a catch: he has to find a date for her best friend June, who's ugly, and when I say ugly, I mean she's got some studio makeup to maker her look ugly. A lot of the problems she has could probably have been averted if she was better at personal hygeine, so she's basically the female equivalent of an incel, except without the toxic view of the opposite sex. So, it's basically an adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew except dumber.
And, of course, the hero ends up falling for June, but only after this guy she randomly meets (a Harvard-educated Marine dentist) gives her plastic surgery. Presumably he fixed her teeth, but I get the feeling that he somehow managed to do the rest, even though it should be out of his element. Somehow, this message where only the conventionally attractive deserve love ends up coexisting with oddly prescient feminist body-positivity messaging that would end up being far more common about a half decade later.
The first half is a gross-out movie, with a running gag involving an infected toenail jettisoning itself from June's foot, and then it becomes a far more standard chick flick in the second half, and it's really fucking jarring to see how randomly they're dovetailed together. Somehow, there was only one writer for this whole film, which you probably wouldn't expect for a movie with such a severe tonal shift. Y'know what, I'm tired and I want to watch something else. I didn't bring my copy of Freddy Got Fingered, so I'm going to try The Cincinatti Kid.
This movie is a vehicle made just after the height of the whole "let's make Paris Hilton a thing" phoenomenon of the mid-2000s, and it treats her as the most beautiful woman in LA to the point where this guy who knew her in the first grade becomes obsessed with her as an adult and even stalks her. She is strangely okay with this, but there's apparently a catch: he has to find a date for her best friend June, who's ugly, and when I say ugly, I mean she's got some studio makeup to maker her look ugly. A lot of the problems she has could probably have been averted if she was better at personal hygeine, so she's basically the female equivalent of an incel, except without the toxic view of the opposite sex. So, it's basically an adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew except dumber.
And, of course, the hero ends up falling for June, but only after this guy she randomly meets (a Harvard-educated Marine dentist) gives her plastic surgery. Presumably he fixed her teeth, but I get the feeling that he somehow managed to do the rest, even though it should be out of his element. Somehow, this message where only the conventionally attractive deserve love ends up coexisting with oddly prescient feminist body-positivity messaging that would end up being far more common about a half decade later.
The first half is a gross-out movie, with a running gag involving an infected toenail jettisoning itself from June's foot, and then it becomes a far more standard chick flick in the second half, and it's really fucking jarring to see how randomly they're dovetailed together. Somehow, there was only one writer for this whole film, which you probably wouldn't expect for a movie with such a severe tonal shift. Y'know what, I'm tired and I want to watch something else. I didn't bring my copy of Freddy Got Fingered, so I'm going to try The Cincinatti Kid.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.