For months and months, my girlfriend put on the pressure. I finally broke down and bought her the DVD during a 2/$20 Valentines day sale at Best Buy. I should have bought "My Big Fat Greek wedding". I should have bought "Just Married". I should have bought a second copy of "The Princess Bride". There is no way that my money or time could have been spent in a worse manner than in the purchase and viewing of this movie.
Elle Woods is planning her wedding and she wants to track down her dog's relatives so she can invite them. She learns that the mother is a test dog for the cosmetics industry (funny, I thought Beagles were the test dog of choice, not Chihuahuas). She wants to get the dog out so it can come to her wedding so she tries to get the law firm where she is employed to pursue this cause and she is fired as a result. The fact that she would be fired in this situation was the last remotely believable part of the movie. She goes to Washington to pursue this selfish crusade and ditzes her way through the process using primarily hairdresser and sorority connections and luck to circumvent normal Washington legislative procedure. You figure out just about every single thing that is going to happen when you are fifteen minutes into the movie. I recommend turning it off at that point and saving yourself an hour and twenty minutes of pain.
This movie was painful. There was no humor or intelligence in attendance. I laughed once. The way that the legislative process is interpreted is silly and inaccurate. I found it interesting that some of the most convincing arguments in support of animal testing were brought up and then basically forgotten. Everything is too fluffy and simplistic to work as satire. There really was not a single redeeming quality. If you have a Y chromosome, stay far away from this movie. Even if you consider yourself fully in touch with your feminine side, or you enjoy chick flicks, it is likely that the heavy dose of alternative lifestyle "humor" will offend you (I do admit that the one joke I laughed at was the transgendered caller on the sorority hotline).
When the end credits were rolling and I let out a sigh of relief, my girlfriend asked me what I thought of it. I diplomatically replied: "It wasn't as good as the first one". She said: "I am so sorry that I put you through that". It turns out that she hated it as well. I spoke to a few female co-workers and they also hated it.
Elle Woods is planning her wedding and she wants to track down her dog's relatives so she can invite them. She learns that the mother is a test dog for the cosmetics industry (funny, I thought Beagles were the test dog of choice, not Chihuahuas). She wants to get the dog out so it can come to her wedding so she tries to get the law firm where she is employed to pursue this cause and she is fired as a result. The fact that she would be fired in this situation was the last remotely believable part of the movie. She goes to Washington to pursue this selfish crusade and ditzes her way through the process using primarily hairdresser and sorority connections and luck to circumvent normal Washington legislative procedure. You figure out just about every single thing that is going to happen when you are fifteen minutes into the movie. I recommend turning it off at that point and saving yourself an hour and twenty minutes of pain.
This movie was painful. There was no humor or intelligence in attendance. I laughed once. The way that the legislative process is interpreted is silly and inaccurate. I found it interesting that some of the most convincing arguments in support of animal testing were brought up and then basically forgotten. Everything is too fluffy and simplistic to work as satire. There really was not a single redeeming quality. If you have a Y chromosome, stay far away from this movie. Even if you consider yourself fully in touch with your feminine side, or you enjoy chick flicks, it is likely that the heavy dose of alternative lifestyle "humor" will offend you (I do admit that the one joke I laughed at was the transgendered caller on the sorority hotline).
When the end credits were rolling and I let out a sigh of relief, my girlfriend asked me what I thought of it. I diplomatically replied: "It wasn't as good as the first one". She said: "I am so sorry that I put you through that". It turns out that she hated it as well. I spoke to a few female co-workers and they also hated it.
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