I hate this film as much as any I have ever seen. It is stupid, hypocritical, appallingly acted, woefully scripted, and has one of the most intrusive soundtracks of popular tunes I have ever heard. And just when you think it can't get any worse, it gets all gooey at the end. Yes, this is The House Bunny, your one way ticket to hell. Please check your bags at the entrance.
So, Anna Faris transforms six ugly college girls into sexy ladies so they can get thirty pledges to save their Zeta house. This involves the baring of as much flesh as possible, and acting like brain dead morons so guys won't think they're too smart. Of course, there is the usual assortment of nasty bitches who try and vandalise the scheme, and the cliffhanger where Faris must decide whether to stay with her sisters or be the centrefold and tour around Europe. If you think she's gonna do the latter, you need to watch more Hollywood movies. Just not ones like this.
Nothing works, from the pathetic jokes about such topics as pregnant bellies to the dopey love interests. And when it tries to pull a switcheroo on its morals and gives us the old lecture about "staying true to yourself".. I almost barfed up my cornflakes. This is a film where the main character is showing off most of her tits in nearly every scene, where her young protégés only find self-worth by dressing like hookers, that depicts all men as being brain-dead sex-obsessed numpties, and they have the cheek to administer an Aesop over not giving into peer pressure?! As they say by the coast.. They've got more front than Brighton.
I laughed at one.. Count 'em.. one joke. This was when a trailer trash girl told a guy she was trying to chat up she was leaving mysterious timber in the crapper. It loses something in written form, so don't feel bad if you didn't derive as much amusement from it as me. Besides, I only chuckled because I could not believe how low the humour was. And it only gets coarser from there. Believe me, I could think of several activities with sharp objects I would prefer than to watch five seconds of this abomination again. Pass me the handsaw... 0/10
P.S A personal note to Hugh Hefner.. kindly sit around in your dressing gown all day drinking margaritas and never, EVER, try to act again. Thank you.
So, Anna Faris transforms six ugly college girls into sexy ladies so they can get thirty pledges to save their Zeta house. This involves the baring of as much flesh as possible, and acting like brain dead morons so guys won't think they're too smart. Of course, there is the usual assortment of nasty bitches who try and vandalise the scheme, and the cliffhanger where Faris must decide whether to stay with her sisters or be the centrefold and tour around Europe. If you think she's gonna do the latter, you need to watch more Hollywood movies. Just not ones like this.
Nothing works, from the pathetic jokes about such topics as pregnant bellies to the dopey love interests. And when it tries to pull a switcheroo on its morals and gives us the old lecture about "staying true to yourself".. I almost barfed up my cornflakes. This is a film where the main character is showing off most of her tits in nearly every scene, where her young protégés only find self-worth by dressing like hookers, that depicts all men as being brain-dead sex-obsessed numpties, and they have the cheek to administer an Aesop over not giving into peer pressure?! As they say by the coast.. They've got more front than Brighton.
I laughed at one.. Count 'em.. one joke. This was when a trailer trash girl told a guy she was trying to chat up she was leaving mysterious timber in the crapper. It loses something in written form, so don't feel bad if you didn't derive as much amusement from it as me. Besides, I only chuckled because I could not believe how low the humour was. And it only gets coarser from there. Believe me, I could think of several activities with sharp objects I would prefer than to watch five seconds of this abomination again. Pass me the handsaw... 0/10
P.S A personal note to Hugh Hefner.. kindly sit around in your dressing gown all day drinking margaritas and never, EVER, try to act again. Thank you.