Head Over Heels

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By Zuri Rice

I watch cheesy romance flicks as much as the next person. I know the formula. Girl and boy meet and fall in love, various problems drive them apart, an hour passes, and they come together in a glorious union of true love while the hit song from the soundtrack plays in the background. I have seen this formula in a hundred different movies in a thousand ways and I still fall for it. From start of the opening credits you know where it's going and how it will end, but there is just something fun in the ride. Some films are more insightful in their portrayals, some more humorous, and some just stink. Head Over Heels is amazing. It has all the right components: a big Hollywood heartthrob, a beautiful naive young girl, a mysterious subplot, and even scantily clad supermodels. Yet somehow, the film fails horribly. By the end, I didn't care if they got together or not; I just wanted it to be over. Half way through the movie, I realized that at some point the scriptwriter and the director forgot what kind of movie they were making and never quite remembered. The trials of boy meets and falls for girl became lost amidst outrageous plot extras like disgusting bodily humor, sexually charged dogs, and cross-dressing maintenance personnel. The result is a film that sometimes feels like a romantic comedy, but which consists mostly of out-of-place antics more typical of movies like There's Something About Mary.

It starts out familiarly enough. Amanda Pierce (Monica Potter) is a New York art restorer who has had several bad relationships with men. When she finds her current boyfriend cheating on her, she moves out looking for a new beginning and a new home. After answering an ad, she starts renting a room (more like a closet) in the lavish apartment of four Manhattan supermodels. While there, she has a chance encounter with Jim Winston (Freddie Prinze Jr.) a gorgeous fashion executive who makes her literally weak in the knees. Convinced that something is flawed in every guy that she is attracted to, she and her roommates spend hours upon hours (I guess that models don't have to work) watching his apartment (which happens to be across the way). Things are going great until they witness what looks like a murder, and from then on the film plunges into sheer irrelevant madness.

The movie does occasionally offer momentary amusement through its randomness and shock value. One model periodically delights us with her incest-tinged stories about her Uncle Pete, and the film's over-the-top portrayal of the life of supermodels who seem to never work, walk around topless, and have men (and women) literally worshipping them is fascinating, but the film has few redeeming qualities. In general, Head Over Heels is an utterly aimless movie and an embarrassing attempt at the boy-meets-girl-formula. If you want to feel gushy and see true love at its simplest and most commercial, get some popcorn and rent She's All That again.