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Amanda Peet has some really large teeth. Seriously. Even given the fact that it's in vogue for a hot, young, would-be sex symbol to have a set of brightly polished choppers prominent for all to see (think Neve Campbell, Casper Van Dien or Denise Richards), Amanda's impressive ivories take the cake. In Whipped, they're not even whiter than white, and yet they remain in the memory long after almost everything else about the film has vaporized. Does the fact that she plays the ultimate object of desire therefore strike a blow for the dentally enhanced? Or could the movie's poster, in which she's apparently pouting so as not to open her mouth too far, be considered deceptive?
It's your call. But don't let the R rating fool you into thinking that any of her other body parts will be front and center. Most of first-time writer/director/producer Peter M. Cohen's film is in the time-honored "I worship Kevin Smith" mode: Guys sit around sharing raunchy sex talk (Cohen undoubtedly hopes against hope that some of his sleazy metaphors will become popular catchphrases), occasionally pausing to compare themselves to movie characters. There's Zeke (Zorie Barber), the vaguely geeky, mildly Jewish screenwriter who compares himself to Mickey Rourke in 9 1/2 Weeks when the nerdy guy on Sports Night would be more apt; Brad (Brian Van Holt), the boring suit who thinks he's Tom Cruise in Risky Business, though he's more reminiscent of the typical womanizing best friend seen on almost every contemporary sitcom; and Jonathan (Jonathan Abrahams), the goatee-wearing nice one of the bunch who is often mistaken for gay and thus compares himself to Andrew McCarthy in St. Elmo's Fire (but you'll be thinking more along the lines of Ben Stiller in virtually every Ben Stiller movie).
All three meet repeatedly in a diner to discuss their fortunes with the ladies: Brad has a scam going by which he always pretends to be the brother of his target's friend "Jen," because every woman has a friend by that name; Zeke passively allows women to rob him of his TV sets in exchange for sex; Jonathan mostly stays home and masturbates, for which he naturally has a number of colorful euphemisms. And if your sides aren't splitting yet, there's a fourth guy -- Eric (Judah Domke), the married friend -- who would quite willingly detail the kinky things he and his wife get up to, if anyone cared to listen.
It's a comfortable routine for everyone involved, until each of the three single men meets the woman of his dreams -- who turns out to be the same woman. This is Mia (Peet), and she further complicates matters by refusing to choose between them. Male egos being what they are, each man is still convinced that he's the only one for this beauty (or should that be "booty"?), so battle ensues and the players subsequently find themselves being played.
What do we learn from all this? Men are arrogant swine and can be easily manipulated with the promise of sex. Nothing new there. However, we also learn that women are often simply manipulative sluts who are perfectly willing to "give it up" just to teach guys a lesson, and they're happy to watch men suffer for personal amusement, even to a degree above and beyond what they may deserve. Oh, and men love huge incisors.
Is this all really a step in the right direction? Or is it expecting too much from a light comedy to make any insightful points about relationships? There certainly are funny moments, in particular a scene involving Jonathan, a vibrator and the song "Karma Chameleon." But for every good background-music choice like Boy George, there's a hackneyed number like Barry White's "Can't Get Enough of Your Love."
Whipped's biggest strength is that it accurately captures the way most dumb white heterosexual males casually talk about sex in crude, conquest-type lingo, like saying "stabbin' cabin" for bachelor pad. The question is whether one actually wants (or needs) to pay the price of a movie ticket for this kind of thing, and that's not a moral statement, just a practical one: Hang out at a frat house or sports bar and you can hear this kind of talk for free.
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