Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Walk of Shame

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Walk of Shame – 2 out of 5

I’ve never been the one night stand type of dude so, to me, the walk of shame always meant walking out of Old Country Buffet by yourself and making that long, embarrassing trip to the car while you’re alone with your thoughts and you’re forced to come to terms with the fact you just ate at OCB and you’re praying to whatever deity that will listen that you won’t bump into someone you know. However, according to the more promiscuous members of our society, the walk of shame, apparently, is the act of leaving a person’s home in a disheveled state after a sweaty night of stinky sex with someone you may, or may not, know the last name of. I’m not 100% sure, though, if these events are accompanied by a wacky misadventure.
The misadventures I have from hitting OCB and not the club usually involve
getting to a restroom before it's too late.  Never do they involve sleeping with
random people.

HE'S GOING TO PUT CORNINGSTONE ON!!!
Megan Miles (Elizabeth Banks) is a local reporter who is ready to aim for the stars and move on to bigger and more lucrative things. However, after her fiancĂ© leaves her and she learns that she didn’t get the job she was hoping for, she is left to wallow in unhappiness. Her besties, Rose (Gillian Jacobs) and Denise (Sarah Wright), convince her to break out of her clean cut ways and just get out and party in a skimpy dress and let loose on some random dude. After many shots of tequila, Megan meets Gordon (James Marsden) and heads to his house for some nasty times. While trying to sneak out while he’s asleep, Megan learns that the job is now, in fact, hers and she needs to get to the station and wow her potential new employers with her incredible ability to read the news (but not as good as Ron Burgundy). The only problem is that the entire city seems out to get her as one horrific thing after another creates an obstacle for her to hurdle over in her high heels.
It's like the entire city is against a woman practicing sexual freedom.


"We're officers here to arrest you for wearing a skimpy dress and having the nerve
to believe you have the right to express your own sexuality!"
I never saw a single trailer for this movie or even knew of its existence until recently. I read the synopsis and really didn’t think much of it. However, I kinda thought I was going to be in for a surprise when the beginning portion of the movie made me let out some genuine laughs. Sure, the opening credits are a little sad because they are basically a collection of shot-for-shot remakes of viral news videos that use to be the hit thing on such sites as eBaum's World and Digg but, as the film got moving, I was laughing a little bit here and there. The problem occurs, ultimately, that the film starts to get very repetitive and it ends up being substantially less funny than when it started. Additionally, the repetitive nature ended up making the film feel a lot longer than what it was as the premise is stretched long passed its elasticity point.
Another thing stretched to the limits, my patience with Megan Miles' stereotypical
stupid friend.

"Tits McGee is off today..."
I swear, this will be my last Anchorman reference.
The movie’s occasional funny moments start to quickly be replaced with a lot of very uncomfortable moments as every single person Megan Miles meets on her awful journey is out to use her in some manner and it is usually of the sexual nature. Whether it is right off the bat with a taxi driver demanding a lap dance to help her or a little boy who wants to see her boobs in exchange for help, literally every male figure that comes in contact with her finds her to be something sexual to conquest in some disrespectful manner. While this “sexual assault” vibe may have been amusing for one joke, it quickly becomes grating as the film ends up being one long slut-shaming gag that ends up making the film feel about as uncomfortable as riding alone in an elevator with Robin Thicke and about as creative and witty as a Larry the Cable Guy bit. It also ends up showing a little bit too much of director/writer Steven Brill’s deepest desires and fantasies.
Another disturbing fantasy of Brill's...James Marsden having his pants pulled off
while he plays acoustic guitar.


Sure, the film may change gears a bit by changing the formula of being dudes wanting to do  nasty things to Meghan Miles to women attacking her for dressing like a street walker but, in the end, the abuse she gets from both sexes is more deplorable than humorous.  On the surface, there actually may be some commentary to be made but with the fact that each scene is accompanied by a weaker and weaker punchline, all social insight that can be made feels like it is undone by a writer's own shady views of women and their sexuality.

Also shady, Kevin Nealon in a helicopter.  He doesn't belong there!


Through all of this, Elizabeth Banks is great in her role and is able to be funny in the face of humor that seems to do nothing but repeat itself and the rest of the cast does it job quite well—with the exception of Sarah Wright’s character. That character was the stereotypical dumb friend and she ends up having scenes that could have served the overall humor better if they were just eliminated. In the end, Walk of Shame should have been just called Slut Shaming: The Movie since that really is the only joke the film has in it. Granted, I will admit that I did laugh at times in the film and, even though it was kinda offensive, there is a scene with Megan Miles and some drug dealers and crack addicts that I found to be very amusing and sorta endearing but, in the end, the film had a premise that was stretched way too thin and not enough of a variety to its gags to make it watchable beyond a single time.


In all seriousness, I really did find Pookie the Crackhead
to be hilarious.

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