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I was going to put in a line from the song « I’ve Got No Strings » as a post title, and I realised: even Pinocchio is more sexually mature than this film

Somewhere in all the swampiness of wasted acting talent and artificially-flavored heteronormativity and a terror of sex that masks itself in acres of naked movie star flesh and filty dialogue, No Strings Attached is hiding a deep, dark secret: it’s actually not that bad.

It’s not that good either, of course. There’s little hope for a romantic comedy starring a talent vacuum like Ashton Kutcher, above and beyond the apparent inability of anyone working in the Hollywood film industry to craft even a semi-credible romcom these days; the January release date seals it. But just often enough, there’s a single line of dialogue here or a truly effective acting choice there that suggests that underneath the soulless crust, something recognisably human is buried inside the movie, if only we can be patient and nurture it. Not being a patient man, I am still quite eager to call No Strings Attached a failure; but only a failure, and not the grim, joyless train-wreck that it’s so easy to expect from just about everything there is to know about the film.

The hook: Emma (Natalie Portman) is a med student. Adam (Kutcher) is a P.A. on a television show that one suspects was pitched as High School Musical: The Series. They have a history: 15 years ago, Adam made a humiliating pass at Emma at summer c 5 years ago, they bumped into one another at a fraternity party and he accompanied her to her father’s funeral the next day; one year ago, they discovered that each was living in Los Angeles and swapped phone numbers. All of this is laid out by the film with aggravating slowness over the course of a first act that will not get started with any sort of efficiency, and if you think that 110 minutes seems like an awful lot of time for a paint-by-numbers romcom, guess what: you’re absolutely right, and it’s shit like this that makes those 110 minutes crawl by like an inchworm on a cold day.

At any rate, the kids are fucking, and they have a very strict set of rules to make sure they don’t fall in love

But I was talking about the hook: Emma and Adam are fucking. How exactly they are fucking is immaterial; it’s one of the things the movie lays out with a deliberateness of exposition that would have made Leo Tolstoy cough and look at his wristwatch out of the corner of his eye. I’M SORRY. I won’t keep harping on how goddamn slow the movie is, but it is one of the chief responsibilities of a comedy to scintillate and bubble and race by at a goodly pace; No Strings Attached almost deserves to be called light drama in this regard.

Most of these were put in place at Emma’s insistence, since she has a pronounced emotional block that causes her to fear emotional intimacy more than anything else in the world, for no particular reason other than to enable the plot. There’s a late stab at sort of explaining it, but it is both feeble and entirely unconvincing. In the meantime, Adam can’t help himself but tumble head over heels. See how crazy it is? You thought it’s predictable, but it’s not! ! Man, those filmmakers sure tricked me!