"D.E.B.S."
Drat.
"Angela Robinson's attempt at a hip send-up of teen comedies fails miserably... it is neither smart, witty, or subversive," writes movie reviewer Katherine Monk in my morning paper. Katherine is Vancouver based and writes for the Asper-owned Canwest chain. If there were funny dyke jokes, she'd get them.
"Most surprisingly, for a lesbian movie, it plays into dated straight cliche by treating the women as empty vessels in push-up bras and stilettos without any redeeming human qualities....
D.E.B.S. feels like girl-on-girl porno for straight men -- only without the sex, female chemistry or a decent story." Ouch. Now what am I going to watch this weekend? (Actually, I'll probably see it anyway; perhaps I'll fall under its good-humoured spell.)
On the plus side, it's good to read an honest pan of a lesbian movie. The acclaimed
"Mambo Italiano," by local Montreal boy Steve Galluccio, was a terrible movie (released in 2003). I began to wonder whether my disappointment with it made me an idiot -- or whether reviewers all over the world felt obliged to like a homo flick. I went with the latter.