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Piper Perabo, "Slap Her, She

  
Slap Her, She's French

*

Cinema Releases - October 18, 2002

Rated on a 4-star scale. Certificate 12A. USA. 91 minutes. Directed by Melanie Mayron. Written by Lamar Damon, Robert Lee King. Starring Jane McGregor, Piper Perabo, Trent Ford, Michael McKean, Julie White, Brandon Smith, Jesse James, Nicki Lynn Aycox, Alexandra Adi.


I wonder whether "Slap Her, She's French" intends to sympathise with or satirise its main character. Actually, wait -- I wondered that when the movie was playing, but now it's over, and I'm long past caring. There is not one characterisation here that isn't exaggerated, phoney or annoying. Now I'm wondering how the director managed to give her actors orders while retaining straight face and clear conscience.

The protagonist is a high-school student from Texas named Starla Grady, played by Jane McGregor as a high-strung blonde who whines and whines and whines to get what she wants. This girl gets offended when her school paper uses the names of dolls in a negative context, screaming in all sincerity that "Barbie is a role model!" She dates the quarterback because she's the head cheerleader, and thinks it's the proper thing to do. She is obsessed with Diet Coke, has a list of 60 steps she must climb to be the presenter of "Good Morning America", and lovingly collects her beauty contest trophies.

In the opening scenes of the movie, McGregor wins the local 'Beef Pageant' by saying she's going to be kind enough to host a foreign exchange student. What one thing has to do with another, I dunno. Anyway, here the plot begins, with the entrance of a French student named Genevieve LePlouff (Piper Perabo). This girl sheepishly crouches, dresses in a schoolgirl outfit, constantly wears a beret and speaks in a French accent so half-assed that you can guess the character's final twist from the moment of introduction.

McGregor patronisingly thinks she's showing her French protégé how to be a popular little miss, and Perabo sucks up to her most grandly. Soon -- sooner than any of the movie's characters, that is -- we realise that something funny is going on, and Perabo is not really a meek little girl, but one intent on sabotaging McGregor's perfect life, stealing her boyfriend, winning her competitions, et cetera.

There are plenty of lame individual jokes to string the running time out to feature length. One gag involves the way McGregor's boyfriend is always eating so fast that his face is covered in food stains. We also get a lot of eccentricity coming from McGregor's bitchy pair of best friends, played by Nicki Lynn Aycox and Alexandra Adi as the kind of nitwits whose first reaction on meeting a European is to shout, "Do you speak American?"

The fundamental reason for "Slap Her, She's French" being a bad movie is that it takes one character we don't like and another we don't believe, and puts them into a battle of wills that is impossible to care about and isn't very funny. Perabo is a pointless caricature, McGregor is an irritating one, and no matter who the film is following, we keep waiting for it to cut to one of the side characters and breathe some life into itself.

Why did I go to see the picture? Maybe because the trailer looked energetic, and because Piper Perabo usually makes my heart go all a-flutter. Alas, there is only one scene in "Slap Her, She's French" that justifies Perabo's presence, and that is the one in which she joins the cheerleading squad. The camera lingers on Perabo wiggling her hips, licking her lips, running hands all over her body, pressing thumb to tummy and doing things with her eyes that made me freeze in amazement.

But damn, I won't let myself be manipulated. "The New Guy" was a relentlessly unfunny comedy, but it refuses to escape from the memory thanks to Eliza Dushku's dressing room scene. Now we have "Slap Her, She's French", which, similarly, is 89 minutes of crap and 2 minutes of sexiness. I'm taking a stand here, and refusing to be interested in such bad movies for such simple pleasures. If someone makes a compilation tape, I may just change my tune.

COPYRIGHT© 2002 Ian Waldron-Mantgani


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