Speed dating film trailer
The group of friends runs the speed-dating soiree as a scheme so that they can handpick the women allowed to participate and control who gets matched up with who.
This system rigged by men, in which women are passed around as stupid, gullible gifts that just keep on giving and heterosexual sex is always some kind of rape has been poetically depicted in Ian Mc Ewan’s novel , and philosophically in Gayle Rubin’s essay “The Traffic in Women.” But here all we get is the naturalization of the grotesquerie of that system (“Women are programmed to say no, even if they like you,” Dog warns us), which is played for laughs.
And the introduction of the supposedly "high tech" guru character who spends way too much time trying to impress us with his chatter about big data, devops, integration of legacy systems and other contrived chatter that just proves he's an idiot and does not create any humor.
Geeky Clarence is completely unnecessary and unfit for this story, and should have been written out of it.
October 21, 2010 | Rating: 1/5 Tim Cogshell / Boxoffice Magazine Everything about this film is fairly offensive, including its racial stereotypes, homophobia, misogyny, generally bad writing and amateur filmmaking.
October 7, 2010 | Rating: .5/4 Diego Semerene / Slant Magazine The only thing perhaps scarier than being surprised by the gay monster is, apparently, mistaking a tranny for a real woman.
Not that Too Cool (the very hot Wesley Jonathan), Dog (Chico Benymon), and Beaver (Leonard Robinson) are Luddites nostalgic for pre-Craigslist modes of cruising, or that straight folk get the sexual technology memo rather late in the game.
I went to see this on Saturday night - I would have gladly walked out long before the credits rolled except that I was with a friend.....
Most of the rest of the Cinema gathered up their popcorn, chocolate and drinks and left - either to try and sneak into another film, sit in the car park to enjoy the fumes or else to go home and watch Feris Buellers Day Off on VHS.
The filmmakers seem aware of how ghastly heterosexual courtship can be, Beaver saying at one point: “We scheme on women in order for them to feel better about being disrespected.” Yet the film’s sole preoccupation is to reassert the biological imperative that men will be boys, immune to human feeling, perennially erect and made whole by indecent amounts of cash, and that it’s women’s job to sit around looking pretty until men decide to put their Xbox aside and surrender to love.
The film’s most recurrent, and dullest, motif is its barrage of gay jokes, which are mostly projected onto Beaver, the kind of homophobic fantasy that is summoned when homosexual desire isn’t properly sublimated onto homoerotic activity—such as bromances or contact sports. Not exactly something that I’m eager to do or love to do.