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Hey Harry, Capone in Chicago here to tell you about a pile of hay-incrusted horse shit called WHIPPED.
I know that most people probably read Harry's brilliant condemnation of this stain of a movie, but seeing as though it opens tomorrow and I just saw it yesterday, I feel people should be re-warned.
Okay fine, Amanda Peet made something of an impression on me in THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. That wasn't too hard to do since she's got a smokin' bod and she was naked for long stretches of the film. I don't think Peet being naked for the whole 80 minutes of WHIPPED could have made hate it any less than I did. They could have tried though; she even get close to naked in WHIPPED. She's more naked in the print ads than she in in this movie.
This movie is just wrong, everything about it is wrong. At first I was mad that the film is such a woman-hating affair, but after the “surprise twist” at the end, it turns out that the filmmakers just hate us, the audience. I sat there flabbergasted at how truly awful WHIPPED was. The jokes were tasteless without being clever; the insight into modern dating is piggish; the structure is sloppy and choppy. And Amanda Peet doesn't show even one nipple, for Christ's sake. This is the kind of movie that you'll hate so much, you'll lose sleep over it.
The story involves three single friends who end up dating the same woman (guess who), at first unknowingly, then knowingly. I’m still not clear what the message or point of this set-up was, and frankly I never cared. Most of the film is just the three guys (plus a married fourth) sitting around talking about scamming women. Their stories are vulgar and dumb. Why am I still talking about this trash? This movie will die quickly at the box office and never be watched on cable. And anyone who bothers to see this crap and can't figure out what the big twist is should get out more. Someone should dye for making this movie, seriously.
WHIPPED sucks!
Desperate for nudity,
and Hank Scorpio says so too...
Good evening, gentlemen. This is Scorpio. Harry, I'm a long time reader and first time writer. I have found the Doomsday Device and it's a movie called Whipped.
I had the opportunity to catch a free preview of Whipped, and I was shocked that I found a movie I hate more than Hollow Man or What Lies Beneath this summer. Director Peter Cohen had contributed to IMDB's Ask a Filmmaker series and I was very excited to see this independent film that he shot in 15 days. I was appalled when I finally saw Whipped. Take a four Kevin Smith characters, age them ten years, rob them of their innate sweetness, intelligence, and wit, and then fill those roles with some of the most inept, uncharismatic, and incapable actors you can find, and you have the four useless, infuriating and unwatachable protagonists in this movie. Not a single one of them was worth creating a movie about. The actors who played Zeke and the Married Guy were especially awful. They aren't even talented enough to appear as extras in an Aaron Spelling nighttime soap. The movie itself was filled with every desperate idea and unimaginative, sophomoric humor that film students laugh at other film students about for including in their films. In fact, Whipped was like a really bad student film, complete with so-bad-I-want-to-walk-out acting, terrible editing and a complete lack of understanding of the basics of continuity. And then there's Amanda Peet, whom the film makers and the marketing department are completely relying on as the hook to lure movie goers into the theatre. To say she was the best thing in the movie is not a compliment. She displayed none of the gusto that made her shine in the Whole Nine Yards (a movie I also disliked but not with the disgust and loathing I have for Whipped), and sorry fellas, she keeps her clothes on. The shocking revelation at the end with her character was telegraphed a mile away, and even given away in the TV promo spots, and it only lowered her already insipid character to the despicable depths of Whipped's four main protagonists. The best thing I can say about Whipped is that I didn't pay to see it. I'd be really angry if this movi! e had cost me $9.
Drop me a line if you're on the East Coast.
Hank Scorpio.