The House Bunny
Can someone please fire
Anna Faris' agent? How much longer does one of this generation's most gifted
comediennes—an ebullient ditz in the tradition of Judy Holliday, Lucille
Ball, and Goldie Hawn—have to be the best thing about a terrible movie?
Other than the barely circulated stoner comedy Smiley Face and her minor turns in Brokeback
Mountain and Lost In Translation, Faris has mostly logged time in dire vehicles like The
House Bunny,
which are dumb-dumb to her smart-dumb. As usual, Faris makes the most of what
she's given, here playing a real-life Barbie doll who acts like she was just
recently animated, like a skanky Pinocchio discovering the world for the first
time. It's a shame her inspired creation gets ground through an insipid
'80s-style campus comedy with a tarted-up Pussycat Dolls gloss—but then,
that's pretty much Faris' career in a nutshell.