Movies We Watch

Strippers? Really? The women in this film just HAD to be strippers? See, these women could have been anything that dealt on some level with the public. ANYTHING. Instead, Scott Caan who wrote, directed and co-starred as the guy that gets all the women, insisted they be strippers. This was some of the worst writing I had ever seen for female characters since the 1950s. And I can honestly say I would rather have seen more Ribisi flesh than Caan flesh. That man could barely keep his shirt on.

The dog was adorable, the ending was sweet, and, of course, the stripper had a heart of gold.

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In L.A., Solo has writer’s block after a successful first book he’s ashamed of. He’s broke, thanks to a year in analysis; in their final session, his shrink suggests a pet. Solo buys a scrawny terrier who adds to his problems: the dog isn’t house-trained; Solo owes money to a thug who’s angry Solo’s spent money on a dog; at a dog park, the dog is bitten and Solo begs a woman he’s just met to pay the vet bill, so now he owes her; and, his friend Casper has introduced him to a persistent rich girl who decides she wants the dog. He could sell, settle his debts, and return to life with a clean carpet. Or, he could figure out why he doesn’t want to part with the dog.