For a movie like this to work (in which the hero is a gay man looking for Mr Right) there has to be something about the hero that makes the audience care about him. It's okay if he's ugly, fat and middle aged as long as he's also charming, or sweet, or feisty, or smart or funny. But when he's ugly, fat and middle aged AND every word he says sounds like whining, AND his only facial expression is a spoiled-baby pout—and his behavior always perfectly agrees with his voice and his expression—who cares? I sure didn't.
My overwhelming reaction was complete disbelief that such an obnoxious person would ever get even ONE date, much less an endless string of men—none of them spectacular but ALL of them more appealing than he is—who invariably want to have a serious relationship with him, but none of them are good enough for him. Evidently every gay man in San Francisco finds him irresistible, but his standards are too high. It's absurd. Exactly the same pattern repeats five or six times with different but interchangeable men, and it gets to be very annoying very, very fast.
The man he would finally end up with was obvious from almost the beginning of the movie, which made the long, moronic trek to the end even more unbearable than it would have been anyway. And several side stories—of mindless intra-office bitchiness, of an old man whose wife dies when her toaster catches fire, etc—are just as stupid and irritating as the obnoxious gay guy's quest for Mr Right. And those side stories don't even reach any conclusions; they just get dropped along the way.
This is a stupid, irritating, completely unbelievable movie about an obnoxious man and the equally obnoxious people around him.
My overwhelming reaction was complete disbelief that such an obnoxious person would ever get even ONE date, much less an endless string of men—none of them spectacular but ALL of them more appealing than he is—who invariably want to have a serious relationship with him, but none of them are good enough for him. Evidently every gay man in San Francisco finds him irresistible, but his standards are too high. It's absurd. Exactly the same pattern repeats five or six times with different but interchangeable men, and it gets to be very annoying very, very fast.
The man he would finally end up with was obvious from almost the beginning of the movie, which made the long, moronic trek to the end even more unbearable than it would have been anyway. And several side stories—of mindless intra-office bitchiness, of an old man whose wife dies when her toaster catches fire, etc—are just as stupid and irritating as the obnoxious gay guy's quest for Mr Right. And those side stories don't even reach any conclusions; they just get dropped along the way.
This is a stupid, irritating, completely unbelievable movie about an obnoxious man and the equally obnoxious people around him.
