- but apparently, I'm also a bitch.
Here we are one month after the Prude Post
, and I came across a second movie to lift a brow over. It's not like I go out looking for these things, truly I don't. I'm starting to wonder if these are indications I'm just not adapting fast enough to what the current generation deems 'acceptable'. So here's the story:
I've been on a Chris Noth kick lately (whom I absolutely adore), and last night I watched The Perfect Man.
It was cute; a bit like a poor man's version of Mermaids
(a truly phenomenal film, by the way). The synopsis:Teenager Holly Hamilton (Hilary Duff) is tired of moving every time her single mom Jean (Heather Locklear) has another personal meltdown involving yet another second-rate guy. To distract her mother from her latest bad choice, Holly conceives the perfect plan for the perfect man: an imaginary secret admirer who will romance Jean and boost her shaky self-esteem. When the virtual relationship takes off, Holly finds herself having to produce the suitor, borrowing her friend's charming and handsome Uncle Ben (Chris Noth) as the face behind the e-mails, notes and gifts. Holly must resort to increasingly desperate measures to keep the ruse alive and protect her mom's newfound happiness, almost missing the real perfect man when he does come along.
OK, I'll bite. But as I sat there and watched the back and forth emails between Holly and mom, it didn't seem 'cute' so much as 'pitiful'. How humiliating for a single, middle-aged woman to pour her heart out to a guy she thinks exists, when in reality it's her own daughter writing to her. This is also coming on the heels of a recent Desperate Housewives
episode, in which Lynette Scavo did the same thing to her oldest son (which was disturbing on a whole different level).
So I ask you - is this really OK? Or am I teetering on being a prude and
a bitch? If it weren't between a parent and child, then sure - why not? But somehow - Dear
I love a woman who knows how to slow dance beneath the moonlight.
- just hits the wrong note.