Imagine I'm Beautiful is about three very damaged people, and one very standard Hollywood hunk. Let's get the 'smoothie' out of the way first. He's Argentinian. He has a sexy accent. He's a great cook. He's a fantastic lover. He has a half beard/ half moustache. He'll sleep with you on your first date. He listens to your every concern. He also lacks any distinguishing characteristics, other than being good in the bedroom, making chicken and smiling a lot. How such a man is single is beyond me. Maybe it's because, despite his many accomplishments which would give him rave reviews on Mumsnet, he has all the character development of a dead flea. Moving on...
So, this shy girl turns up in New York. Her first friend ditches her as soon as she sees a man worth 'doing it' with, and vomits over her new flatmate's paintings. Actually, looking at the before and after pictures... I'd say that constituted an improvement. Speaking of her roommate, she likes to listen to loud music behind closed doors, smokes like a chimney and cuts herself on the wrist. All this due to the trauma of losing a baby, AND her boyfriend. Nice. And just when you think the only normal girl in the movie is the wallflower, get a load of what she does later on. In her mind, having sex with her flatmate's ex is doing her roomie a favour... So he won't move onto someone else while she recovers from her 'personal issues'. Ookkaayy.
There's barely a lick of believable human behaviour here, not a smidgen of relatable interaction and there ain't a trace of credible drama. What we have here is a screenplay written by aliens from the planet Zog, who's only discourse into Earth culture has been watching soap operas using a far-off satellite hook. Later on, the subject of mental illness rears it's ugly head, as we discover the shy girl was SHOCK! HORROR! about to be committed before she escaped. If you ask me, everyone in this tedious, confused mess of a film needs to be sent to the funny farm. Apart from the South American guy. He needs a urgent donation of what's known as the Personality Gene. Any volunteers? 4/10
So, this shy girl turns up in New York. Her first friend ditches her as soon as she sees a man worth 'doing it' with, and vomits over her new flatmate's paintings. Actually, looking at the before and after pictures... I'd say that constituted an improvement. Speaking of her roommate, she likes to listen to loud music behind closed doors, smokes like a chimney and cuts herself on the wrist. All this due to the trauma of losing a baby, AND her boyfriend. Nice. And just when you think the only normal girl in the movie is the wallflower, get a load of what she does later on. In her mind, having sex with her flatmate's ex is doing her roomie a favour... So he won't move onto someone else while she recovers from her 'personal issues'. Ookkaayy.
There's barely a lick of believable human behaviour here, not a smidgen of relatable interaction and there ain't a trace of credible drama. What we have here is a screenplay written by aliens from the planet Zog, who's only discourse into Earth culture has been watching soap operas using a far-off satellite hook. Later on, the subject of mental illness rears it's ugly head, as we discover the shy girl was SHOCK! HORROR! about to be committed before she escaped. If you ask me, everyone in this tedious, confused mess of a film needs to be sent to the funny farm. Apart from the South American guy. He needs a urgent donation of what's known as the Personality Gene. Any volunteers? 4/10