Movie Review: The Hottie and the Nottie

The Hottie and the Nottie is an entity so horribly incompetent and abysmally inept that it makes you actually feel sorry for putting down 99% of the other painfully bad movies you may have derided in the past. Most bad, even unwatchable movies have at least some semblances of evidence that define themselves as a “movie.” To even call this project a “movie” and see the fact that some studio executive actually paid money to put it on celluloid instead of donating to charity make me cringe.

In general, I personally try not to judge a thespian on screen based on how messed up or hated his or her off-screen persona may be. So I watched the movie with every ounce of charity within myself to see whether Paris Hilton had an iota of talent on screen. After watching this disaster, my charity for watching her as well as for writer Heidi Ferrer and director Tom Putnam is completely spent. There are plenty of other struggling actresses who can at least play a human being with a semblance of a personality on screen and the so-called filmmakers know no shame for catering down to Hilton’s nadir of acting and creating a role like this for anyone (not to mention that Ferrer previously penned Spice World, which, by the way, was a flourishing masterpiece compared to this).

The story (if you can even call in that) centers around how Hilton’s character, Christabel Abbott is supposed to be the most adored beauty in all of L.A. Men literally drool over her while she goes jogging on the beach while the camera pants along with them like a dog in slow motion. One of those guys is Nate Cooper (Joel David Moore), a relentlessly nerve-grating low-life who has just gotten dumped by his girlfriend (how does he manage to find a girlfriend anyway?) after literally singing a "love" song based on all the things she has annoyed him with on his guitar (which he gets deservedly smacked with). The reason: He believes he has been in love with Christabel since they were in first grade and thus moves to L.A. to be with her after creepily sniffing her out while she is jogging. Unfortunately, for him, as the title suggests, she has vowed herself to never dating until her friend, the supposed “Nottie,” June Phigg (Christine Lakin) finds a special someone who can look past the warts, pimples and excessive hair on her face and legs.

Does this sound like a premise that should be made into a feature film? There are many things that insult and annoy in this from the indolent acting and direction to the idiotic, humorless writing but the most insulting is in how it thinks any guy would actually get close to Hilton’s shallow, almost zombie-like quality of having no trace of a human trait and even her face, which stays stiff like a mannequin and just looks consistently exhausted (probably because she is so straining to act). At least there is a tiny smidgen of wit in Lakin’s June and even the average Joe would see that she is donning a makeup job so horribly fake that it would shame even the lowest-rent Elementary School Theater. Wait, I take that insult to Elementary School Theater back actually, since the smartest people in this whole project are really the 6-year old versions of the central characters who would sadly become these unfunny dimwits after the first two minutes.

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Joo-Wang John Lee is a computer programmer at Binghamton University by day and a movie critic by hobby. Upon insistent suggestion from people around him, he finally decided to start critiquing movies in writing instead of just verbal form among his friends. …

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