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Body Shots
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by Matt Mulcahey

"A movie as shallow and self-involved as its unlikable characters"
1 stars

Body Shots begins as another “dating in the (insert decade here)” movie, with the sexual mores of the time shown from the perspective of both genders as a tour is given of the eras predatory stomping ground.

In the late-90s Los Angeles of Body Shots, those sexual mores are loose to say the least and the stomping ground is the scantily clad, bump-and-grind meat market of the L.A. club scene. The film begins with the hungover morning after, then flashes back to a night of drunken debauchery as two groups of friends converge at a trendy L.A. nightspot.

Each circle of friends consists of four members, divided upon gender lines. The guys are a group of clichés (the career driving attorney (Sean Patrick Flannery), the shy nice guy (Brad Rowe), the obnoxious, over-testeroned asshole (Jerry O’Connell) and the nerd who tries to hard (Ron Livingston), as are the ladies (another career driven attorney (Peet), the wild, hard living partygirl (Reid), the wallflower (Sybil Temchen) and the ditzy blond (Emily Proctor).

Director Micheal Cristofer’s gimmicky exposition has each character sharing their views on sex in the 90s with into-the-camera monologues, while also eavesdropping on the pre-party pep talks for each group.

To put it simply, all eight of these people are looking to get laid. For the most part, they are shallow, self-absorbed, hard-drinking whores. The kind of egotistical pricks most of us hope we don’t run into, characters that answer their cell phones while in the shower and say things like “As long as there’s pussy on the menu I’m there.”

After a fifteen minute discourse on blow jobs and a sidebar on anal sex, the characters start to throw back shots like there’s no tomorrow before everyone pairs off and stumbles in their respective directions.

As the various characters awake the next day and start to piece together the fuzzy recollections of the night before, the film detours from a poorly done amalgam of Swingers and Whit Stillman’s The Last Days of Disco into an after school special on date rape.

It seems that O’Connell and Reid have a differing opinion of the night’s festivities. Reid claims she was raped, O’Connell claims it was consensual sex. We see the events from both perspectives (somebody watched Rashomon too many times in film class), but what is the truth?

Well, the truth is that neither party, despite the vivid stories they initially tell, is sure. Both were too drunk to accurately remember so they invent the most convenient scenario. Reid comes to and vaguely remembers having sex with someone she shouldn’t have, so she screams rape. O’ Connell vaguely remembers having sex with Reid and, the egomaniac he is, figures she must have been all over him.

Body Shots wants to make a serious statement about date rape, even attempting to toss in commentary about how lawyers and cops treat rape victims, but these points are moot when the two main participants don’t precisely remember what transpired.

Regardless of whether Body Shots accurately portrays what it’s like to be a single, upwardly mobile twentysomething in L.A., it fails to follow its date rape sub-plot to a conclusion or explore why these uppity urban alcoholics lead such empty lives.

In the end, the movie feels like a night spent hanging out with a group of drunken, over-sexed bores that need to reevaluate their lives.

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originally posted: 05/22/02 21:37:25
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User Comments

4/14/15 Kyle Awesome and underrated. 5 stars
4/21/03 scream great 5 stars
9/06/02 Phil M. Aficionado Newsflash: Drinking to oblivion can lead to bad things (alledgedly) happening. Yawn. 2 stars
2/19/02 NWO4LIFE It has the makings of a cult classic, pretentious and hilarious. 4 stars
8/14/00 Bender If you think of it as just entertainment, then you enjoy it.. 4 stars
6/03/00 MR joel harwood AMANDA PEET is excellent along with the rest 5 stars
4/16/00 julie tried verry hard to have style, and it was just annoying 2 stars
10/27/99 C.A.T.M. Amanda Peet and Tara Reid are HOT, but something was missing from this one. 3 stars
10/27/99 Mr Showbiz New Line says this is The Graduate for the 90's. Keep dreaming. 2 stars
10/24/99 Albert "Baby Bear" Lieu Damn, we finally get a peek at Tara Reid's titties! That bitch is something else! 5 stars
10/22/99 Ben Ryan Great cast, semi good plot line, but the point is....Great job Brad Rowe 4 stars
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