I kinda loved it. At least, I'm sure I'll be rewatching it on DVD and probably quoting it. A lot.
Damsels in Distress is a cleverly written, quirky comedy. "Chick Flick" is misleading - it's not sentimental or romantic in the way that label usually suggests - but this film is very much from a female point of view. Enough so to try the patience of some male watchers.
It's very funny. A sort of intelligent female spin on Animal House. After the glut of male comedies with flatulence humor, a female comedy with perfume and scented soap jokes is welcome. "Quirky" just doesn't begin to describe this: there aren't many films that suggest donuts and tap dance as remedies for suicidal depression. I loved the hostile girl who refused a character a role in the Suicide Prevention Clinic's musical theater production because, since she hadn't visited a clinic, she didn't qualify as "clinically-depressed." The film is full of serious silliness like this.
Damsels in Distress poster from IMDB
Yet... honestly, the funny, the humor is soooo very dry, the ridiculousness so absolutely straight-faced, that I often felt puzzled before the joke sank in. (Obviously I'm just slow.) I really do think this is a movie I could grow to love after repeated viewings.
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