100 Girls
Look at the pedigree of talent on the cover art: Alex Mack, Katherine Heigel, Sloane from “Entourage,” that guy who was in that Rachel Leigh Cook Movie, Marissa Ribisi of Giovanni Ribisi’s sister fame! Best movie from 2000, right?
I used to find this movie somewhat endearing, but maybe it’s because, like the lead character, when I was in my late teens, I was an over analytical blowhard. Actually, that’s still pretty relevant to who I am now, except these days, I’m fairly goddamn jaded.
Here’s the plot of the movie: this dude loses his v-card in an elevator during a blackout and spends the entire film trying to find this chick because he believes that the reason why they had sex is because they’re soulmates.
What I found endearing 11 years ago, I now find creepy and weird. First of all, the only clues that this guy has are the shape of her breasts and a pair of underwear she left behind. CREEP. Then, he becomes a maintenance man in the gender-separated dorm to find her. CREEP x 2000. When all else fails, he stands out in front of the dorm building and professes his love for his mystery girl. CREEPSHOW.
To quote my friend, David Woods, “I would punch this guy in the face”
Professing your love to a stranger and getting a job where she lives so you can stalk her is just grounds for restraining orders and quite possibly a psychiatric evaluation. But do they address this in the film? NO. The girls fall for this stupid shit and in the end, the guy gets the girl and everyone lives happily ever after. 
It’s easy to say “in real life” because this shit wouldn’t happen, but it’s so creepy and weird and far fetched, it has no place on celluloid either. In many ways, you can say that this is “inspired” by the teen sex comedies of the 80s, but in reality, I would say that it’s inspired by desperation, sadness, and misdemeanors.

100 Girls

Look at the pedigree of talent on the cover art: Alex Mack, Katherine Heigel, Sloane from “Entourage,” that guy who was in that Rachel Leigh Cook Movie, Marissa Ribisi of Giovanni Ribisi’s sister fame! Best movie from 2000, right?

I used to find this movie somewhat endearing, but maybe it’s because, like the lead character, when I was in my late teens, I was an over analytical blowhard. Actually, that’s still pretty relevant to who I am now, except these days, I’m fairly goddamn jaded.

Here’s the plot of the movie: this dude loses his v-card in an elevator during a blackout and spends the entire film trying to find this chick because he believes that the reason why they had sex is because they’re soulmates.

What I found endearing 11 years ago, I now find creepy and weird. First of all, the only clues that this guy has are the shape of her breasts and a pair of underwear she left behind. CREEP. Then, he becomes a maintenance man in the gender-separated dorm to find her. CREEP x 2000. When all else fails, he stands out in front of the dorm building and professes his love for his mystery girl. CREEPSHOW.

To quote my friend, David Woods, “I would punch this guy in the face”

Professing your love to a stranger and getting a job where she lives so you can stalk her is just grounds for restraining orders and quite possibly a psychiatric evaluation. But do they address this in the film? NO. The girls fall for this stupid shit and in the end, the guy gets the girl and everyone lives happily ever after. 

It’s easy to say “in real life” because this shit wouldn’t happen, but it’s so creepy and weird and far fetched, it has no place on celluloid either. In many ways, you can say that this is “inspired” by the teen sex comedies of the 80s, but in reality, I would say that it’s inspired by desperation, sadness, and misdemeanors.