Here is a concept that is flawed from the very beginning – the filmmakers paint Paris Hilton as the ultimate standard of beauty. So it’s no mystery who is the star of the ill-fated comedy, “The Hottie and the Nottie.”
Every since the first grade, Nate (Joel David Moore) has obsessed over his first schoolboy crush, Cristabelle (Hilton). Unfortunately for him, he has the unenviable task of finding someone to date her best friend, the grotesque and hideous June (Christine Lakin).
After hooking up with his best friend from the first-grade (who stills lives at home with his too-friendly mom), Nate begins to realize that he has been unable to find love because he is still fixated at woman from deep in his past.
If you can survive after several gross sight gags within the first half-hour and the sick idea of Hilton as the epitome of beauty – you may be able to watch this film. Just when it seems that Nate has found someone to take June off of his hands does he discover that true beauty comes from within.
In her first film, Hilton is laughably bad playing a role that basically is her. How many more films do we have to see hapless, overmatched guys who have no visible means of income who manage to woo and win the girl? Furthermore, what attractive woman would have such a hideous looking friend and would stand by for almost twenty years without trying to offer assistance.
By the time you get to the predictable sad ending, you’re faith in the ability of Hollywood to churn out one stinker after another should be intact. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times – the spring is the dumping ground for films, believe it or “Nottie.”