The House Bunny is nothing if not ambitious. Yes, you read that right! Upon watching the trailer, I noticed that it seems to be exploiting not one but two clichéd chick-flick premises we've seen a hundred million times. Premise one: cute, dumb-seeming blonde chick proves she's more than just a hot bod and a pretty face (what up, Legally Blonde?). Premise two: nerdy girl -- in this case, girls -- gets super-dooper makeover and turns into a sexy biatch, but learns that the boy she's been sweating loved her for her all along (nice to see you, Princess Diaries!). Those two hideously over-done plots merge when Shelly (Anna Farris) gets kicked out of the Playboy Mansion where she's been living, because at age 27, she's past her hottie expiration date. She finds herself looking for a job and a place to live, and decides that duh, the obvious solution to her woes is to become a den mother for a sorority house full of nerdy girls. (I have a bone to pick here -- in the universe of movie clichés, when have we ever seen a sorority house full of geeks? Movie sororities are populated exclusively by shallow, gum-snapping, highlights-possessing, designer label whores, thank you very much. Jeez Louise!)
Shelly goes on to win the affection of the aforementioned nerds (who include Rumer Willis, Katherine McPhee and Emma Stone) and -- irony! -- gets some lessons from them on how to rope a nerdy dude of her own (played by the ubiquitous-of-late Colin Hanks). All of the component parts of this movie -- bland chick-flick formula, Rumer Willis, a small dog dressed in human clothes -- would under normal circumstances spark absolutely no interest in yours truly. And yet... I'm totally going to see it, you guys! I can't put my finger on what it is about this pink-hued, feel-good piece of crap that makes me want to drag my best girl friend to the theater on opening night, but it's somethin'. The unsinkable Anna (pronounced "AH-na") Farris and her raspily-delivered malapropisms? Perhaps. If you see me in line for tickets wearing a sparkly halter dress and blue eye shadow, judge not. Everyone has her Kryptonite. And The House Bunny, apparently, is mine.