I went into Friends With Benefits with my paws up, ready to hate it (and also ready to very much enjoy the relief of the movie theater's hyper-powered air conditioning).
I walked out wistful, hopeful, thoughtful, and desperate for the oppressive heat to counteract the ridiculously hyperactive air conditioning in the movie theater. Seriously, if the power grid fails, it will be because of multiplexes trying a little too hard to assuage their customers.
In any case, Friends With Benefits turned out to be the most gender-balanced romantic comedy I've seen in a long time -- I might even compare it vaguely with When Harry Met Sally. Of course it's more knowing, more meta, more technologically aware, and, especially, far more raunchy than that paragon of romantic comedies. But it combined the dude-ness of all those Judd Apatow movies -- The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up -- and the cool-chick sensibilities of a Bridesmaids (also Apatow's production, incidentally), and emerged with fully formed male and female characters, all of them funny, none of them slighted. Glory be.
We all get the concept of the movie from the title, because that's how we name movies these days. (One fully expects a film entitled Two People Who Meet and Fall in Love but Encounter Various Difficulties and Then Reconcile Photogenically to take the nation by storm at any moment.) But this movie goes beyond, just a little, just the right amount. Particularly when it comes to Mila Kunis' driven, swearing, "emotionally damaged" New Yorker Jamie, female characters actually live here, and male characters don't suck, either. It hardly matters that our darling Jamie happens to lust for the fairy-tale endings of romantic comedies; that is, in fact, the entire point. Even the copious use of flash-mobs made me uncomfortable in its of-the-moment-that's-already-passed-ness until I realized that's just what the movie is using them for: to be the ultimate symbol of cheese. This is a movie about how lame "chick flicks" have become, and about what damage they have wrought. And somehow Kunis makes of Jamie what so many female stars before her have failed to assemble from the parts of their romantic comedy heroines: a woman who seems like a living, breathing human being. One I'd actually like to hang out with. I love her even more for being both a fairy-tale-ending girl and one who can still enjoy sex, who doesn't expect to wake up with prince charming just because she went to bed with him.
I still don't buy that in the end the Justin Timberlakes of the world -- those "friends with benefits" who can't quite bring themselves to commit their souls to us worthy women -- are about to turn into our prince charmings. But when it comes to women as cool as Jamie, I certainly want to deliver a swift kick in the head to any guy who doesn't snap her up.
Feminist or not? More feminist than not. I wish we could get a movie about the ridiculousness of the happily-ever-after myth that resists the temptation to give it to us at the end, but this still comes close, and has a fun time doing it.
This was originally published at SexyFeminist.com.
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