The House Bunny (2008)
Reviewed on 2008 September 22
I went into this expecting a dumb, predictable comedy, and that’s what I got. I didn’t expect it to entertain me as much as it did.
Shelley (Anna Faris) is a Bunny living in the Playboy Mansion, and because of her lonely childhood she feels like it’s her dream come true. She has low-end career goals. Her main ambition in her life is to be Miss November, and she’s sure she’s on her way until she’s forced to leave the mansion. She’s told that at 27 — practically Methuselah in Bunny years — she’s much too decrepit to be a Bunny.
Heartbroken and homeless, Shelley ultimately winds up in a dying sorority. Zeta Alpha Zeta has few pledges and is doomed to lose its charter unless more people sign up. This doesn’t look likely, since one of the head sisters, Natalie (Emma Stone) is a nerd whose idea of a fundraiser is dressing mice (no, I have no idea). There’s also an angry young woman with multiple facial piercings, a woman who’s so shy she won’t speak, and several other wallflowers. They look at Shelley like a shiny alien when she tells them that she’ll do everything she can to keep Zeta House going. She may be as dumb as a bag of hammers, but she’s very kind and very stubborn. Now she has to get the other women to fight to keep their home.
I could see much of this coming, some of it a mile away, but that didn’t stop me from laughing. One cliché even had a little kick at the end, and overall, the movie was cute. Shelley’s sweet nature kept her empty-headedness from being too grating and the writers also softened the character by giving her a background that explains a lot. Screenwriters Kirsten Smith and Karen McCullah Lutz did a better job with Legally Blonde, but it’s still a decent popcorn flick.
Two chocolate morsels.