I quite enjoyed the frankness of this film in dealing with sex and masturbation, not normally subjects for Hollywood, and I must confess that overall I found it enjoyable to watch although not actually funny.
I guess my attention may have wandered from time while I wondered how I myself could enter this fantasy land where an average looking, humourless guy and his frankly geeky flatmate go out to a nice designer bar most nights and without fail each time meet two good-looking girls who they bring home for a bout of perfect sex, only to be kicked out of bed so that our heros can have a good nights sleep, wake up fresh in the morning, and go off to an open-plan office where the bagels are free, the co-workers wear fishnets and thigh-length boots, and where setting up a porn website during office time is not only permitted, it is positively encouraged. Maybe I should move to San Francisco?
OK, I was willing to suspend disbelief and so I enjoyed the above at face value, although I doubt I would watch the film a second time.
Unfortunately I had three serious problems with the film, as follows:
(1) Shannon Sossamyn can't dance. She may be a part-time DJ in real life but she still has the most annoying dance moves of any girl that I have seen.
(2) It had obvious and irritating product placement throughout.
(3) Any Christian who can count knows that there are 46 days and 46 nights between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. For Catholics, at least, the explanation for this is that you are not required to observe Lent on Sundays - Sunday is a feast day and therefore on that day you are allowed to, indeed supposed to enjoy chocolate, alcohol, meat or whatever else you might have given up for Lent. Only if you do not count Sundays are there 40 days and 40 nights.
So which was it, filmmakers? Did Josh Hartnett actually stay 'celibate' for 46 days and 46 nights, whatever the title of the film may suggest? Or was he allowed to spank the monkey on Sundays (obviously itself not a very Catholic thing to do)?
I guess my attention may have wandered from time while I wondered how I myself could enter this fantasy land where an average looking, humourless guy and his frankly geeky flatmate go out to a nice designer bar most nights and without fail each time meet two good-looking girls who they bring home for a bout of perfect sex, only to be kicked out of bed so that our heros can have a good nights sleep, wake up fresh in the morning, and go off to an open-plan office where the bagels are free, the co-workers wear fishnets and thigh-length boots, and where setting up a porn website during office time is not only permitted, it is positively encouraged. Maybe I should move to San Francisco?
OK, I was willing to suspend disbelief and so I enjoyed the above at face value, although I doubt I would watch the film a second time.
Unfortunately I had three serious problems with the film, as follows:
(1) Shannon Sossamyn can't dance. She may be a part-time DJ in real life but she still has the most annoying dance moves of any girl that I have seen.
(2) It had obvious and irritating product placement throughout.
(3) Any Christian who can count knows that there are 46 days and 46 nights between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. For Catholics, at least, the explanation for this is that you are not required to observe Lent on Sundays - Sunday is a feast day and therefore on that day you are allowed to, indeed supposed to enjoy chocolate, alcohol, meat or whatever else you might have given up for Lent. Only if you do not count Sundays are there 40 days and 40 nights.
So which was it, filmmakers? Did Josh Hartnett actually stay 'celibate' for 46 days and 46 nights, whatever the title of the film may suggest? Or was he allowed to spank the monkey on Sundays (obviously itself not a very Catholic thing to do)?