Archive for February, 2010

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The most fappable 90’s comedy of them all

So I’ve decided to ignore Netflix’s shitty user review system (fuck you, EVERYTHING I write is useful) and go ahead and review some of the 1,050 (and counting) movies I’ve rated/viewed on Netflix.

I watched this one today, and firstly let me declare that you will not find another comedy with more unintentional fanservice than this one- and I ain’t complaining.  From long listing shots of Mira Sorvino bending over to a 5-10 minute sequence of Lisa Kudrow in just a bra, this movie was apparently directed by me at age 18.  Which is how old I was when this came out, and I ignored it until today.  I miss out on everything.

Boobs aside, this is a pretty funny movie.  The dialogue is clever and despite being one of those movies about a pair of oblivious/dumb people, it executes the premise without beating you over the head with it.

The good:

  • Lisa Kudrow is awesome at playing a snippy dullard (see: “the Comeback”- and not just for Malin Ackerman nudity), and she really shines in this role.  Also, the scene with the bra.
  • Janeane Garafolo at the height of her powers, playing sarcastic and neurotic.  Also before she got all that weird plastic surgery that makes her look like a character from Mass Effect.
  • Good 80’s soundtrack
  • Happy ending that isn’t completely insulting to my intelligence. Only slightly.  I’ll take it.

The bad:

  • what’s the deal with Mira Sorvino’s accent?  I’ve heard her speak, she’s from this country.  So why did she sound like she was masking a British or Irish accent in this?  I dunno.
  • the dream sequence twist is really clever but a little too long- once you figure it out you’re kind of left waiting for the punchline
  • shitty title sequence made me afraid I was watching a sequel to “Clueless”, but that might just be a product of having been made in 1997

Overall this one is a strong 4/5, falling short of the full five because a few sequences dragged and of course, I hate happy endings.  In movies, not in massages.  Not that I can afford those.  Yet.