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Sassy postgrad Elle Woods is all about animal rights. In fact, she puts her nuptial plans on hold to head to Washington D.C. to get an anti-animal testing bill passed. Her building's doorman quickly shows her the ways and workings of our nation's capital. Written by
In the beginning sequence of the scrap book, the photo of Elle Woods as a little girl is actually that of Bruiser's trainer. See more »
When Detective Finchley and Elle talk about finding Bruiser's mother, Elle is holding Bruiser below his paws, and a second later she's holding him above his paws. See more »
Oh, my God. I almost forgot.
You want me to what?
A biological birth parent search.
For your dog?
For my Chihuahua-American Bruiser Woods. I found him abandoned years ago.
Miss, I'm the highest-paid most sought after private investigator in the greater Boston area.
And that's precisely why we came to you, Detective. It is absolutely vital that we find Bruiser's mother, and pronto. His father might be a little more difficult. You know dogs.
May I ask why?
Of course. "Martha Stewart Weddings" ...
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That a film sequel will invariably fail to meet the standards of its
predecessor is nearly axiomatic. For every brilliant sequel like
'Aliens' or 'Godfather: Part II', there are dozens of painfully lame
successors. This is hardly a surprise, yet it is our own unerring
tendency to flock, lemming-like, to sequels that insures their
continued existence. Sequels make money, and that's a bad thing.
Take 'Legally Blonde 2'. Please.
By way of defense, let me point out that it isn't all that easy to find
a movie that will entertain two adults, a 15 year old boy, and a 12
year old girl. Our hopes weren't high when we rented LB2 a couple of
weekends ago; however, we all agreed that we had enjoyed the original
movie, or at least hadn't actively hated it. That perky little Reese
Witherspoon how can you not kinda like her, huh?
After seeing LB2, I will unreservedly credit it with one thing: it
provided a rallying point for my often-scattered family. We were
steadfast, united in our complete and utter loathing for this execrable
movie. Beyond that questionable achievement, however, I'm not sure
there's anything positive that can be said about this film.
As virtually every other reviewer on the planet has noted, the original
'Blonde' had some amusing moments, most of which were supplied by Ms.
Witherspoon, who managed to inject the character of Elle Woods with a
believable combination of ditziness and sweet charm. Also bolstering
the original film was co-star Jennifer Coolidge, who played her
dim-bulb shtick to perfection as Elle's beautician friend Paulette. Of
course it was a by-the-numbers plot line as predictable as Oregon rain,
but Witherspoon, et al played it lightly and for laughs and it worked.
The sequel, however, is an appalling mélange of preachiness, offensive
stereotypes, and patently ludicrous plot devices. 'Legally Blonde' made
points by taking a helium-weight, bubbleheaded rich girl and making her
into a sympathetic character. In LB2, Elle is an annoying dipshit whose
breathless naivete and hyperactive adventures are simply painful to
There's no real point in enumerating all the faults of this movie. To
do so would be to grant it more thought than evidently went into its
creation. But I can't simply step away from one aspect of the film that
I found both irritating and troubling. Viewers of the first film will
no doubt remember Elle's Chihuahua, Bruiser. For reasons that are
continually validated, I tend to hate cutesy cinematic animal
sidekicks, and Bruiser was emphatically no exception. In LB2, however,
Bruiser's sexuality becomes a repeated theme and convenient plot
device. More specifically, we (and Elle) discover that Bruiser is (wait
for it) gay.
Hilarity ensues, ad nauseum.
It's a damning testimony that 1) the writers of this movie were so
desperate for script fodder that they came up with this stunningly lame
idea in the first place;
2) that they play it so shamelessly for laughs; and 3) that certain
plot twists depend on this fact. It's a stupid, stupid idea in a
stupid, stupid movie.
Should I waste more of my time or yours decrying the utter waste of
Jennifer Coolidge in this movie? What about Sally Field's humiliating
role as Congresswoman Victoria Rudd? Bob Newhart's excruciating turn as
the know-it-all hotel doorman cum political mentor. Finally, on a
larger scale, should we discuss the massive suspension of disbelief
that's required to even slightly believe a moment of this wretched
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