Disclaimer: You’d definitely need a dictionary open to interpret this post… (especially Bobby)
So it is April: The month of fools (
or fooling around?). It was the perfect time— DVD marathon— when I watched this movie yesterday, hmmm… This was definitely not porn, nor an American Pie attempt. At least, when one-sixteenth-porn movies are not too trite, The Girl Next Door tried not to be hackneyed as much as possible. Now it’s intuitive to ask, “What would you do when your girlfriend is actually an ex-porn star?”
As in the case where a buddy of yours would slot in a DVD tape in your player and then you see HER there… pretty much doing her “thing,” like, what would you do? It’ll be a volatile experience (I mean, if you’re not a pervert). The Girl Next Door offered less of the laughs, but more of the teenage drama, romance and test/s of philosophy. Director Luke Greenfield said in his commentary that he will indeed employ the affective drive of the eye [or eye contact] as an intensifying agent. And that’s how he established Danielle’s ubiquitous hotness.
Three things I liked in this film:
1. First off, the über-hot (relaaaaks, no hyperventilating… deep breaths please!) Danielle (Elisha Cuthbert) is sexy with
or without her clothes on. Lol. Her peering eyes and sleek lips are what I consider as standards for one to be called a city chick and/or a country sylph.
2. Next, I really liked the “opposites-attract” idea. Like what I learned in Human Behavior151, it is creative to “[make] unusual associations” (Ankit Desai, 2008). Matthew Kidman (Emile Hirsch) is a pusillanimous over-achiever while Danielle is a lovely “cowgirl” type. Although, with the latter’s projection it occurred to me how “mature” she were than kiddo Matt, but still keeping that innocence I personally like in a girl.
3. Quotable Quotes
Matthew together with best pals Eli, the film director wannabe, and Klitz, the taut nerd, plans of shooting for a porn flick and subsequently selling it to the “sex educator”/film producer Hugo to earn. Only that Klitz automatically refuses… until Eli comes with his moving wisecracks:
Eli: Take a look at us. Take a good look at us. Do you know what we are, the three of us?
Eli: We’re a fucking tripod
Klitz: A tripod.
Eli: Yeah, you know what that means? That means if you kick out one of our legs, then we all fall. Come on, baby!
Matthew— under the vertigo of the induced Ecstasy substance— delivers his speech to ace the Sheridan Scholarship that’ll bring him to Georgetown. Only that he’s all momentarily kooky:
Matthew: Moral fiber. So what is moral fiber? […] I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds… you know basically, being a fucking Boy Scout. But lately, I’ve been seeing it differently. [I] think that [it] is finding that one thing you really care about: that one special thing that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all. You put her in front of everything— your future, your life— all of it. […] Because in your heart you know that the juice is worth the squeeze. That’s what moral fiber’s all about.
P.S. Lastly, I almost lost my breath upon seeing Matthew’s BMW in the conclusion part. Sweeet!
“What’s the craziest thing [I’ve] done lately?” umm, watchin’ this flick…