Sex and the Single Girl (1964)

Reading this review of Down with Love, I'm reminded of why I stopped reading film magazines some years ago (some time after I stopped reading music magazines). The problem is that the 12 year olds who review films, for the most part, have absolutely no memory of anything before, say, Reservoir Dogs, which is the film that made them want to review films in the first place.

Because, you know, it was so deep and meaningful. The irony that Tarantino got away with R-Dogs precisely because he knew that the reviewers wouldn't know as much about trashy far eastern movies as him seems to have escaped them.

This film, Down With Love, don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's every bit as bad as they say. But What's all this Rock Hudson/Doris Day stuff? From the little I've seen of it, it's a remake of Sex and the Single Girl, a 1964 Tony Curtis and Natalie Wood movie that I watched once, in 1981, and happened to be in just the right mood to find it fantastically funny. Natalie Wood plays Helen Gurley Brown, famed Cosmo editor, and Tony Curtis spends the movie trying to "interview" her about her book and get her in bed.

In Down With Love, Renee Zellweger plays a renowned author of a book about sex/relationships and McGregor plays a journalist trying to interview her and get her in bed.

What part of this are the reviewers missing? Rock and Doris? Please fuck off to your real job in a fast food restaurant. Thankyou.