Can someone please fire Anna Faris' agent? How much longer does one of this generation's most gifted comediennes—an ebullient ditz in the tradition of Judy Holliday, Lucille Ball, and Goldie Hawn—have to be the best thing about a terrible movie? Other than the barely circulated stoner comedy Smiley Face and her minor turns in Brokeback Mountain and Lost In Translation, Faris has mostly logged time in dire vehicles like The House Bunny, which are dumb-dumb to her smart-dumb. As usual, Faris makes the most of what she's given, here playing a real-life Barbie doll who acts like she was just recently animated, like a skanky Pinocchio discovering the world for the first time. It's a shame her inspired creation gets ground through an insipid '80s-style campus comedy with a tarted-up Pussycat Dolls gloss—but then, that's pretty much Faris' career in a nutshell.
I love you, Anna Faris. Please be in better movies that I want to see.
In the meantime, this is my favorite scene from the above mentioned, little seen stoner comedy Smiley Face. All you need to know for this scene is that Anna Faris is mega high.
Young Actresses: Please start using this monologue for auditions and acting class. Everyone In the World: Save you self a few bucks and Netflix Smiley Face instead of going to see The House Bunny