Paris Hilton is, like, a total hottie whose BFF is a nottie with tombstone teeth, a facial mole, an infected toenail etc, and because its an accepted physical law that you cant get into a hotties pants if you dont like her nottie, thats what Joel David Moore spends the movie attempting to do. With hilarious consequences. Had The Hottie And The Nottie gone for in-your-face, gratuitously offensive toilet humour, it mightve been grimly amusing (in a low-rent, sub Troma kind of way), but the PG-13 rating makes its shallowness and casual sexism all the more acute. A movie produced by Paris Hilton, which exists to tell you how hot Paris Hilton is, has no business attempting to redeem itself with a message about judging others by their physical attributes. Even the normally likeable Moore, whos funny in Adam Greens movies (Hatchet, Chillerama), comes off as a repellent creep. You keep wanting more people to smash him in the face, while Hilton, whos spent all that time and money keeping herself in the public eye, should consider investing in a second facial expression.
Ian Watson is the author of 'Midnight Movie Madness', a 600+ page guide to "bad" movies from 'Reefer Madness' to 'Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead.'
