Once a Man-Whore…
Thanks to the gajillion HBO channels I have now, I was watching “The Wedding Date” the other night and, I have to say, that movie really pissed me off. And not just because Dermott Mulrooney was in it, a man more fit to clean out your septic tank than ever show up on the big screen. The premise of the whole picture just made me sick.
For those of you who’ve never watched it, here’s the spoiler that you totally couldn’t get from, say, watching the opening sequence: woman wants to piss off her ex-fiance so she hires a male hooker. Because nothing makes you seem less pathetic than hiring a male hooker. I bet her fiancé was thinking, “Can’t wait to run back to that and get me some STDs.”
As always happens in real life, hooker falls in love with woman, has sex for free as a symbol of his love (proving that not only is he a hooker but, by failing to get payment for the ONE service he provides, he’s also not a very good hooker), they fight (although there really is no basis for her being emotionally scarred by him since they’ve known each other for all of two minutes AND he’s a paid hooker), they make up, they live happily ever after. He quits the business, not a moment too soon based on the one visible transaction in the movie.
Oh yeah. And he’s an English Lit major from Brown. He’s an Ivy League hooker.
What makes me so mad about this movie (aside from Dermott Mulrooney) is that it plays off of that old dream that every girl has: be enough to turn the man-whore (this time literally) into the one-woman type. You know where this happens? Apparently this movie and nowhere else. When was the last time any of you dated a guy who slept with everything in a skirt and it worked out? All of a sudden Mr. Can’t-Get-Enough becomes Mr. Can’t-Get-Enough-Of-One-Woman? Yeah, that never happens. And while it’s flattering to think that you too could be the one to make a male hooker leave his chosen profession, would you really want a male hooker? Isn’t that a little, oh I don’t know, awkward?
“How did you two meet?”
“Oh, I paid him to fall in love with me. It’s really been working out for the two of us.”
And then there’s the issue of all the creepy-crawlies you can get from having sex with a stranger that makes his living by having sex with strangers (although based on the transaction we witness in the movie, this clearly is not his calling in life since he forgets to charge). In this day and age, how the hell is that romantic? I just don’t understand how this was a romantic comedy. Tragedy, I get, that the fact that a woman is so pathetic and suffering from such low self-esteem that she has to buy herself a hooker to make herself comfortable facing her family and friends. That and Dermott Mulrooney acting, that makes is a tragedy as well.
For those of you who’ve never watched it, here’s the spoiler that you totally couldn’t get from, say, watching the opening sequence: woman wants to piss off her ex-fiance so she hires a male hooker. Because nothing makes you seem less pathetic than hiring a male hooker. I bet her fiancé was thinking, “Can’t wait to run back to that and get me some STDs.”
As always happens in real life, hooker falls in love with woman, has sex for free as a symbol of his love (proving that not only is he a hooker but, by failing to get payment for the ONE service he provides, he’s also not a very good hooker), they fight (although there really is no basis for her being emotionally scarred by him since they’ve known each other for all of two minutes AND he’s a paid hooker), they make up, they live happily ever after. He quits the business, not a moment too soon based on the one visible transaction in the movie.
Oh yeah. And he’s an English Lit major from Brown. He’s an Ivy League hooker.
What makes me so mad about this movie (aside from Dermott Mulrooney) is that it plays off of that old dream that every girl has: be enough to turn the man-whore (this time literally) into the one-woman type. You know where this happens? Apparently this movie and nowhere else. When was the last time any of you dated a guy who slept with everything in a skirt and it worked out? All of a sudden Mr. Can’t-Get-Enough becomes Mr. Can’t-Get-Enough-Of-One-Woman? Yeah, that never happens. And while it’s flattering to think that you too could be the one to make a male hooker leave his chosen profession, would you really want a male hooker? Isn’t that a little, oh I don’t know, awkward?
“How did you two meet?”
“Oh, I paid him to fall in love with me. It’s really been working out for the two of us.”
And then there’s the issue of all the creepy-crawlies you can get from having sex with a stranger that makes his living by having sex with strangers (although based on the transaction we witness in the movie, this clearly is not his calling in life since he forgets to charge). In this day and age, how the hell is that romantic? I just don’t understand how this was a romantic comedy. Tragedy, I get, that the fact that a woman is so pathetic and suffering from such low self-esteem that she has to buy herself a hooker to make herself comfortable facing her family and friends. That and Dermott Mulrooney acting, that makes is a tragedy as well.
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