Business first: General impression of this film is that the book might make more sense to people. I haven't read the book, but the movie has all the symptoms of a film advertised incorrectly, in this case, as a silly romantic comedy instead of the angsty, strange chic-lit that it really was. Basically, Debra Messing plays GraceKat, a woman hiring an escort to go to her sister's London wedding because the best man is her ex-fiancee who dumped her for no reason two years ago. Does she want to torture the ex or make him want her again? I have no idea. Why does she feel the strong need to lie to her family? Again, no idea. Why does she spend $6000 on a man she has never seen or really talked to? I'm sure someone knows, maybe the author. Her family seemed kooky but nice enough. So, no characterization. No motivation. We're just supposed to go...single girl=desperate enough to hire a whore and worry about appearances the whole time.
And her man-ho, Dermot Mulroney (what was his name in this? Nick?) seemed nice too. But still, he was a whore, a fact he establishes early on. She is rude to him. He is pleasant in return. They have sex for some reason and then he gets all miffed at the mention of money. Quois? Whatever. Whatever. What-EVER this movie is, it is not a romantic comedy. Romantic comedies exist in fantasy/fairy tale Bridget Jones the movie land. No Bridget Jones the book land. Not the far closer to reality land. It's like amateurs made this film. Cuts are abrupt, plotholes are never filled in, mysteries are never explained and only two of the characters are ever made likable.
So why did I watch this piece of crap? Jack F'in Davenport. Jack Dav being the cutest, adorablest little drunken, dancing besotted monkey of a groom ever. Ever. *giggle*.
My god Elizabeth had no idea what she was missin'. He laughs, he plays cricket, he barbecues, and such ordinary acts seem so DAMN CUTE!!!
I'd squee, but I'm sure you can picture me doing it anyway.
And her man-ho, Dermot Mulroney (what was his name in this? Nick?) seemed nice too. But still, he was a whore, a fact he establishes early on. She is rude to him. He is pleasant in return. They have sex for some reason and then he gets all miffed at the mention of money. Quois? Whatever. Whatever. What-EVER this movie is, it is not a romantic comedy. Romantic comedies exist in fantasy/fairy tale Bridget Jones the movie land. No Bridget Jones the book land. Not the far closer to reality land. It's like amateurs made this film. Cuts are abrupt, plotholes are never filled in, mysteries are never explained and only two of the characters are ever made likable.
So why did I watch this piece of crap? Jack F'in Davenport. Jack Dav being the cutest, adorablest little drunken, dancing besotted monkey of a groom ever. Ever. *giggle*.
My god Elizabeth had no idea what she was missin'. He laughs, he plays cricket, he barbecues, and such ordinary acts seem so DAMN CUTE!!!
I'd squee, but I'm sure you can picture me doing it anyway.
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