Hitch
Ahh, the “good” old times, where a romcom about PUA was not a cancellable offence. This could be remade with the same script, but turning Will Smith’s character into an Andrew Tate-loving incel. Or have woman involved in the creative process at all.
The Pick-Up Artists here are the best of the best, but ya know, this is downtown New York, a most rarefied atmosphere. Not scuzzballs that want to “bang” girls, like that Wall Street dude. Hitch didn’t buy that prime real estate apartment with top of the line Sony sound system with thank you gifts from chartered accountants.
I was truly baffled by Kevin James’s character. He’s a real actor, damn. No just the Mall Cop something. Amber Valetta has less to do, except being an object of desire, and Eva Mendes does a much less snazzy Jennifer Jason Lee.
Just like Driving Miss Sunshine, the whole fucking point of the film is meta-wrecked when Sandra Bullock was denied as the lead to avoid the taboo of interracial relationships. In the early 2000’s. Goddamn Hollywood!
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