Cameron Diaz has potential. She's a great comedic actress. She showed a flair for acting when back when she was a few sizes bigger and practically stole the show from Jim Carrey in "The Mask". Before she took a role in "The Sweetest Thing" it was highly publicized that Miss Diaz was one of the highest paid actresses in Hollywood, something that I believe came too soon.
"The Sweetest Thing" is testimony to two things: 1) That Cameron Diaz has yet to reach the point in her career where she can "carry" a film on her own (she does her best work in ensamble pieces) and 2)Nancy Pimental should never be paid ever again to write another film (don't quit your day job on "Win Ben Stein's Money", honey)
It was sad to watch Diaz sink to the unforgettable lows in this film. This film is an anchor that brings down three credible female actresses: Selma Blair, Christina Applegate (this makes "Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead" look like Shakespear in the Park) and Cameron Diaz who is way too talented to sing songs about the male genetailia and suffer the horrors of a truck stop bathroom.
One could say I was being too critical and didn't "get" the jokes. What is there to get? Pimental shows a group of women who constantly talk about sex, clothes and personal hygiene while feeling on each others breasts. Halfway through the film, when it seems, the scribe has lost all sense of reason, the film uses a roadtrip to turn into a all out madcap "lets throw all reason out of the window and have a drawn out montage of us dressing up funny and referencing other movies!" comedy.
There's something to be said about a woman who keeps certain things to herself. Sometimes coming on too strong isn't the right move, "The Sweetest Thing" is about as appealing as a drunk women in a bar who is way too honest for her own good. Somethings should be kept to oneself, Pimental should have kept the inside jokes, inside. Too bad she has to take Cameron Diaz with her.Women constantly complain about not being represented justly in Hollywood writing. The fact that a female writer could write a Chick-Flick this bad is just what we need to push us three steps backwards on the road towards Hollywood respectability.
P.S.: The funniest thing about the film was the fact that Jason Bateman finally turned up, only to have his character vomited on.
If you want to see the girls act just as stupid as the boys do in their bottom barrel comedies, be my guest.
"The Sweetest Thing" is testimony to two things: 1) That Cameron Diaz has yet to reach the point in her career where she can "carry" a film on her own (she does her best work in ensamble pieces) and 2)Nancy Pimental should never be paid ever again to write another film (don't quit your day job on "Win Ben Stein's Money", honey)
It was sad to watch Diaz sink to the unforgettable lows in this film. This film is an anchor that brings down three credible female actresses: Selma Blair, Christina Applegate (this makes "Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead" look like Shakespear in the Park) and Cameron Diaz who is way too talented to sing songs about the male genetailia and suffer the horrors of a truck stop bathroom.
One could say I was being too critical and didn't "get" the jokes. What is there to get? Pimental shows a group of women who constantly talk about sex, clothes and personal hygiene while feeling on each others breasts. Halfway through the film, when it seems, the scribe has lost all sense of reason, the film uses a roadtrip to turn into a all out madcap "lets throw all reason out of the window and have a drawn out montage of us dressing up funny and referencing other movies!" comedy.
There's something to be said about a woman who keeps certain things to herself. Sometimes coming on too strong isn't the right move, "The Sweetest Thing" is about as appealing as a drunk women in a bar who is way too honest for her own good. Somethings should be kept to oneself, Pimental should have kept the inside jokes, inside. Too bad she has to take Cameron Diaz with her.Women constantly complain about not being represented justly in Hollywood writing. The fact that a female writer could write a Chick-Flick this bad is just what we need to push us three steps backwards on the road towards Hollywood respectability.
P.S.: The funniest thing about the film was the fact that Jason Bateman finally turned up, only to have his character vomited on.
If you want to see the girls act just as stupid as the boys do in their bottom barrel comedies, be my guest.