The House Bunny

I hadn’t ever seen this before a couple weeks ago.  I always thought it looked really dumb.  As a fan of Anna Faris and Emma Stone, I was long intrigued, but it wasn’t until I got a free DVD from a friend that I finally watched it.  It was worse than dumb.  It was kinda dangerous, and made me extremely uncomfortable.

Real talk.  I get that the first two acts of the movie our titular bunny was supposed to have her priorities out of whack.  That’s half the point of where the movie is gonna go, correcting those harmful habits and mindsets.  She put too much emphasis on appearance and on changing yourself in order to be accepted by others, and she imposed those beliefs on a group of impressionable young girls.  Oh they didn’t need to be themselves, they needed to be heavily made up with dumbed down personalities in order to get boys.  Because apparently this is all that matters in life.  I could practically hear my therapist in my ear explaining their behaviors and how it was all driven by a lack of self esteem, and how unhealthy their attitudes were.

So spoiler alert, they eventually figure out that’s the wrong way to go and try to make a point to accept themselves and each other as is.  Problem was, that lesson was rushed through so quickly, it barely had a chance to sink in.  As opposed to the negative message that was hammered in over and over for the course of most of the film.  And even once they decided they didn’t need to be other than who they were, why were they still dressed in makeover mode?  Shouldn’t they have reverted to what made them comfortable instead of continuing to be dressed to impress?

And so much of the resolution also revolved around the girl getting the guy.  So even though they’ve learned they can accept themselves, it all doesn’t count if you don’t get a man in the process.  Colin Hanks’ character so deserved infinitely better than Anna Faris’s house bunny, and he had zero reason to ever give her a second chance after she played him multiple times.  But apparently that’s the only kind of happy resolution that Hollywood knows.

All I know is that my hypothetical-one-day-future-daughter will not be allowed to see this.  At least I’ve been around long enough to recognize how wrong most of what this movie was teaching really is.  I fear for any impressionable young mind that watches.

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