SnoopyStyle
Sara Olswang (Tara Reid) returns home crying to Jane Bannister (Amanda Peet) that she had been raped by womanizing football player Mike Penorisi (Jerry O'Connell) after a Friday night out in the club. The single L.A. girls had gone out with friends Emma Cooper (Sybil Temchen) and Whitney Bryant (Emily Procter). Mike was with Rick Hamilton (Sean Patrick Flanery) and Shawn Denigan (Brad Rowe). Trent (Ron Livingston) got left outside for wearing his golf outfit. He manages to sneak in. Mike gets into a brawl outside and he leaves with Sara. What happens afterward is a matter of he says, she says.These eight singles are obsessed with sex, partying, and the ups and downs of the single life. The scattered points of view and the narrow focus of their interest leave the characters feeling rather shallow. There is way too much pontificating on every aspect of sex. It may work if this is an artsy movie about singles and sex. It's more about the rape and the conflicting recollections. The only thing that truly matters in this movie is Sara and Mike's story about what happened. There are too many characters to follow and they don't all connect with the rape. It's not focused.Then there is Tara Reid and Jerry O'Connell themselves. Tara's real life intrudes into this movie. None of these characters are likable and O'Connell is the worst of all. He plays a lot of these kinds of loud-mouthed jerks. The police interrogation is really off-putting. His character won't shut up. For some reason, the police let his friend stay and he kept trying to shut Mike up. It is hard to take such a stupid character. There two clashing story styles do not mesh and both of them are somewhat off-putting.
leplatypus
This movie gets all things that repulse me: LA, club, booze and turning human pain into a flashy entertainment.As i discovered that the director was the same of the infamous "Gia", i wasn't surprised. Maybe my lifestyle would be to wait for weekends to get drunk, dance and have sex with whoever girl ready, i would have rate highly this flick but this ins't the case.The foreplay part before and at the club is too long. After the drama, the story goes stupid with the two protagonists having blank memories. The gimmick of the cast talking to the camera is useless and boring.If i watched it for Amanda, she has the least interesting character (mrs. Serious) and i rather like her brunette friend, Emma!
skyhunter2000
After watching this movie twice in 1999, first in a movie theater where the board of censors have butchered most of the graphic scenes and second on a DVD where I've seen the complete uncut version, I was wondering if this movie is really suitable for public exhibition. I consider this movie as a soft core porn movie that will guarantee an X rating if this will be shown on conservative countries. The plot, the story line, the conflict are all tackling nothing but S-E-X. All of the characters in the movie are being portrayed as sex starved and wild party animals who wants nothing but fun. Oh! yeah! I admit I've got aroused by Tara Reid's voluptuous body but during her violent rape scene with Jerry O'Connell, I've totally lost my sympathies to her. She's crying to death that she was raped but how come she seduced Jerry when both of them were intoxicated? It's very clear that it was a consensual sex that transpired. I've almost puked in a scene when Ron Livingston sucked the breast of a 40 year old woman in public, GROSS!!!! Brad Rowe & Emily Temchen's quickie in the parking lot made me sick. Emily Procter's character was nothing short of a bust and Amanda Peet & Sean Patrick Flannery's characters were put into waste. Only perverts and masochists will enjoy this movie. This movie should be shown on Playboy Channel or any Adult channels on cable TV.
careroevil
After watching this insipid piece of self-serving vacuous tripe, I got down on my knees and thanked God that when I was a twenty-something I lived in New York City and not LA. This film doesn't have a single redeeming quality. The title is moronic since it has nothing to do with anything in the movie. The acting is sophomoric (which I should have expected with Tara Reid as the lead). The pretentious direct-to-the-camera commentary by the principals comes off as laughable verbal diarrhea. Truman Capote once said that from the time the wheels of your jet touch down in LA your IQ goes down in a geometrically progressive fashion for each day you remain there. That the makers of this film took themselves seriously bears out his statement.
AD
