The House Bunny
The fair sex has always been the department of the good Dr. Watson IV. I have said it on many occasions, and it held true again this weekend when Watson summoned me to his seatside at the local theater.
“It is an Anna Faris movie, Holmes,” he explained. “It’s called ‘The House Bunny.’”
“Ah,” I replied. “A discharged Playboy bunny who becomes a sorority house mother. I amd familiar with the previews.”
It was a very simple concept, the sort which can fill an hour and a half with light comedy. Combining the familiar “stranger who changes the ordinary lives of a group of losers” with the college hijinks theme was no great breakthrough in plotting, nor was the script of “The House Bunny” destined to add memorable lines to the lexicon of movie lovers. But then there was Anna Faris, she who made the “Scary Movie” series palatable.
After providing great comic relief in ensemble cast parts, supporting parts, and choice little bits like her Cameron Diaz impression in “Lost in Translation,” Anna Faris is more than overdue for her shot at a lead role, and she proves that beyond any doubt in “The House Bunny.” It is a slight movie, to be sure, but it’s all her movie. She carries the comedy football downfield like a champ. As her character teaches the sorority girls of Zeta house how to attract boys, it’s almost like she’s teaching the younger actresses like Rumer Willis and Katharine McPhee how to be funny.
The onslaught of comedies following midsummer’s “Dark Knight” have been all over the map, but “The House Bunny” is certainly capable of holding its own chunk of the comedy map.
What Great-Grandfather Sherlock might have said:
“Well, well, I daresay that a couple of rabbits would account . . .”
Past Investigations
An Introduction to
Mr. Sherlock Holmes IV
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Harold And Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay
Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day
In The Name Of The King:
A Dungeon Siege Tale
Fantastic Four:
Rise of the Silver Surfer