I don’t
have the best history with ‘chick flicks’. Not just with the ones I have
reviewed on here, but with my general attitude towards them as well. In the
past, I’ve lambasted quite a few features that fall into this heading for being
empty wish fulfilment fantasies, which I perceived as talking down to
their intended female audience with how contrived and basically gutless they came
across. But then look at how many power fantasies I’ve reviewed that cater to
the more masculine set, which arguably suffer from the exact same deficiencies,
where I don’t tend to make such judgement calls. Or, at least, don’t make them
nearly as often. If I had to guess, I think one last sliver of influence from
the Nostalgia Critic is hanging on for dear life, as I initially got quite a
bit of my perspective on the sub-genre from him, and… well, I’ve been doing
this critical gig for many years now; what is a teacher if not someone to grow
beyond?
I’m
bringing this up both because this is something I’ve been wrestling with for a
while, especially when looking at films like this, and because what
appeals to women and the futility in making any blanket statements on the
matter are some of the central themes of this film in particular. It’s an
Aussie romantic comedy with a very Aussie approach to all things sex,
where the frankness and lack of flinching about what gets discussed makes for
quite refreshing material.