I
have two smiles. One comes from seeing a good movie. The other comes from
seeing a funny movie. Neither smiles made a special guest appearance during my
screening of Win a Date with Tad Hamilton! This is a picture we’re supposed
to swallow as satire; the filmmakers think this two-bit, hare-brained, fleabag
of an idea will elevate their movie above the junk they’re spoofing. Like Gigli would suddenly become entertaining
if J.Lo and Ben interrupted their powerhouse acting performances for two
seconds, looked at the camera and winked at the saps in the audience.
Win is Hollywood Script #8, which, as I’m sure you all know, is the story of a girl
relentlessly pursuing romance with a guy who is way out of her league, only to
have a sudden, last-reel epiphany that the real man of her dreams is the shy
boy she’s been best friends with her entire life.
In
this version, the girl is Rosalee Futch (Kate Bosworth), a West Virginia
supermarket checkout clerk who, along with best friend Cathy (Ginnifer
Goodwin), likes to make dolphin noises whenever seeing photographs of or movies
containing feature-film heartthrob Tad Hamilton (Josh Duhamel).
The situation is barely tolerated by
Pete (Topher Grace), who is both the girls’ best friend and their boss down at
the Piggly Wiggly. He’s had a crush on Rosalee his entire life and is on the
verge of working up the nerve to possibly think about letting her know how he
feels. Before he’s able to sputter out the embarrassing words, Rosalee wins a
contest that whisks her to Los Angeles for a dinner date with Tad, whose people
(played by Nathan Lane and Sean Hayes) have concocted said contest in a
last-ditch effort to soften the actor’s James Dean-ish reputation for fast cars
and fast women.
Things really get gummed up for Pete
when Tad decides to pursue a relationship with Rosalee after the date. Are his
feelings genuine, or is he just using her to reshape his image? Hope you’re not
the type who likes answers to questions, because you won’t be getting one here,
as Win hurtles toward its inevitable
conclusion (the same exact one it mocks in its opening scene, by the way).
Director Robert Luketic (Legally Blonde) and television sitcom
writer Victor Levin shallowly play up the differences between big city and
hayseed town living. (Oh my god! You mean people in Los Angeles are different
than people from Cowlick, West Virginia? Stop the presses!) They seem way more
interested in making things look all pink and sun-kissed than even remotely
substantial. Win is cinematic cotton candy that repeats on you before you’re
finished choking it down.
The only redeeming factor is Grace,
who seems destined for much bigger and better things. Duhamel comes off as a
lightweight version of Nate Fisher — merely teeth and pectoral muscles
attached to a cell phone and convertible. Bosworth shows us how important the
casting of Reese Witherspoon was to Blonde.
Without Reese, that film may have been as bad as Win.
January ends in style and controversy at
the Dryden Theatre with the local premiere of the French-financed 11’9″01 (Saturday, January 31). It’s a collection of shorts, each running 11 minutes,
nine seconds, and one frame. Eleven of the world’s finest filmmakers
participated, including Amos Gitaï, Shohei Imamura, Sean Penn, and Mira Nair.
Some folks think a few of the shorts
express very un-American sentiments, but that isn’t the case at all. Most of
the films compared the 9/11 attacks to lesser-publicized events with higher
body counts that happened elsewhere in the world, like Ken Loach’s look at the
September 11 (1973) US-backed coup of Peru’s government, and Danis Tanovic’s
reminder of another painful 11th — the massacre at Srebrnica in July 1995.
One short is even a comedy: Idrissa
Ouedraogo’s funny story about a group of kids who think they’ve found Osama bin
Laden and dream up ways to spend the $25 million reward. But the most
devastating piece came courtesy of 21
Grams director Alejandro González Iñárritu. He used a black screen, Arab
chanting, television sound bites, and split-second flashes of doomed WTC
jumpers to send chills down even the most jaded of spines.
Interested
in raw, unsanitized movie ramblings from Jon? Visit his site, Planet Sick-Boy (www.sick-boy.com),
or listen to him on WBER’s Friday Morning Show.
This article appears in Jan 28 – Feb 3, 2004.
