It’s the guy who wants to be all cozy and romantic, and the girl who just wants sex!

It’s the guy who wants to be all cozy and romantic, and the girl who just wants sex!

The hook: Emma (Natalie Portman) is a med student. Adam (Kutcher) is a P.A. on a television show that one suspects was pitched as High School Musical: The Series. They have a history: 15 years ago, Adam made a humiliating pass at Emma at summer c 5 years ago, they bumped into one another at a fraternity party and he accompanied her to her father’s funeral the next day; one year ago, they discovered that each was living in Los Angeles and swapped phone numbers. All of this is laid out by the film with aggravating slowness over the course of a first act that will not get started with any sort of efficiency, and if you think that 110 minutes seems like an awful lot of time for a paint-by-numbers romcom, guess what: you’re absolutely right, and it’s shit like this that makes those 110 minutes crawl by like an inchworm on a cold day.

But I was talking about the hook: Emma and Adam are fucking. How exactly they are fucking is immaterial; it’s one of the things the movie lays out with a deliberateness of exposition that would have made Leo Tolstoy cough and look at his wristwatch out of the corner of his eye. I’M SORRY. I won’t keep harping on how goddamn slow the movie is, but it is one of the chief responsibilities of a comedy to scintillate and bubble and race by at a goodly pace; No Strings Attached almost deserves to be called light drama in this regard.

But there comes a point where American films’ abject terror of actually praising sex gets frustrating

At any rate, the kids are fucking, and they have a very strict set of rules to make sure they don’t fall in love. Most of these were put in place at Emma’s insistence, since she has a pronounced emotional block that causes her to fear emotional intimacy more than anything else in the world, for no particular reason other than to enable the plot. There’s a late stab at sort of explaining it, but it is both feeble and entirely unconvincing. In the meantime, Adam can’t help himself but tumble head over heels. See how crazy it is? You thought it’s predictable, but it’s not! ! Man, those filmmakers sure tricked me!

You know how it ends, of course, but predictability is not the problem here. Okay, it’s kind of the problem. But I’m mostly annoyed at how fiendishly No Strings Attached wants to be a bold and brassy tale of sex among the twentysomethings, but ends up being petrified of honest-to-God no strings attached screwing around. The casualness with which most of Kutcher and a lot of Portman get splashed up on the screen, plus screenwriter Elizabeth Meriwether’s joy at placing dirty words in Portman’s mouth – pretty girls cursing is quite edgy now, you know – both tell us that the film is a frank, sex-positive romp; but it is not. The idea underpinning every story beat seems to be: “sex is fun, but if you want to have something meaningful that will keep you from being filled with hate and self-loathing for all your life, it’s cuddling with all your clothes on, that’s the ticket”. And that’s not to dismiss cuddling. It’s delightful. Anyway, https://besthookupwebsites.org/vgl-review/ I’ll get another shot at this paragraph when Friends with Benefits comes out in July, so I ought to pace myself.

Its squeamish sexuality aside, the biggest problem with No Strings Attached is simply that it works neither as a narrative nor – more importantly – as a funny narrative

In no small part, it’s because Emma is a completely opaque character: we never really get inside her head in any meaningful way. It’s also because Meriwether’s dialogue is coarse without being clever and Ivan Reitman’s directing is very Reitmany. You know, he sort of pounces on the jokes and stomps them like a cockroach. When was his last good movie, anyway? Dave? Because that was a long damn time ago.

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