Last weekend, when people were packing into movie houses to see Finding Nemo in 3D or Resident Evil with no dimension, I was super-psyched to finally see For a Good Time, Call. . ., the phone-sex comedy starring Ari Graynor and Lauren Miller (Mrs. Seth Rogen).
If you haven't seen previews for it, here's the trailer:
I haven't left a movie with such an exhilarating feeling since Clueless. This film is so fresh and funny, and the heart of the film---the friendship between two people who started out hating each other---is enough to melt the hearts of the biggest prudes. And---no pun intended---it probably has the best climax in recent movie history.
Even though, while watching the film, I realized that I had seen this relationship before: CC and Hilary in Beaches! Give Midler and Hershey some prosthetic penises and some pink phones, and it's this film!
I've always followed the mantra in life that you're either a CC or a Hilary---there are no in-betweens, so I clearly recognized the relationship.
Katie (Ari Graynor) is clearly the CC---the would-be wild child with a stripper pole in her Bubby's rent-controlled apartment, with a mischievous smile and sparkling personality. Lauren (Lauren Miller) is the Hilary---a smarty pants with an eye for business and numbers, who's just recently dumped by her boyfriend Charlie for being too boring, for wearing her bra during sex and never being surprising.
And for a movie with sex jokes and cameo ejacu-callers like Seth Rogen and Kevin Smith, there's a lot of heart to this film, so much so that if they played this song at the end of it, I probably would have cried like a little B.
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