|She has no pants.|
I think that I enjoyed No Strings Attached mostly because it starred Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman. Having Ludacris show up was an added bonus in that I giggled everytime he said something...normal.
|I really wasn't expecting to see Luda.|
It was cute. It was funny. It was sappy. The entire experience was much like eating a large piece of cake. It's delicious, sugary, and topped with rainbow sprinkles. However, after nearly 2 hours of eating said cake, you realize that you feel kind of nauseous. It's too much sugar and happiness all at once. It's too much goodness. By the end of the movie, I was expecting a rainbow to spontaneously form and for candy and gold and kittens to rain from the sky. It was a cute overload.
|Too much cute. Ick.|
The acting was applaud-able; Natalie Portman can produce a pretty convincing pouty face and Ashton Kutcher didn't suck nearly as much as I thought he would. Who knew that he could do more than yell "YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D"?
The movie is supposed to have a message, right? That it's not possible to be in a no-strings-attached physical relationship? Television, other movies, and popular media seem to suggest otherwise. I'll pass no judgement on whether or not this type of relationship is possible; I'll only say that if the film had a different ending (aka, the two beautiful people did not end up together), that considerably fewer tickets would be bought at the box office. We need the beautiful people to end up together.
On that note, the real flaw with the movie was that Ashton Kutcher was just too perfect. No man will chase a pretty girl when he's pretty enough, himself, to get any other girl. He's too nice, too attractive, too considerate, and too perfect. His character raises the bar for real men everywhere and who only knows if his character exists in real life. But the thing is, now all girls are going to want one. Every girl would like to find the perfect man who will demand a date, bring cupcakes to her house and give her a bouquet of carrots. Kutcher's character will make all real men seem inferior until this film is out of theaters. Way to go Ashton.
We just want Mr. Perfect, dammit. Is that really so much to ask for?