This empty-headed comedy about a Playmate who finds herself a house mother to a group of misfit sorority sisters is little more than a recycled version of Legally Blonde
with bunny ears. (Not surprisingly, both films were penned by screenwriters Karen McCullah Lutz and Kirsten Smith.) After being unceremoniously evicted from the mansion by Hef himself, sweet but dimwitted Shelley Darlingson (Faris) has nowhere to go, having few job skills to prepare her for the world outside the bunny bubble. Out of necessity, Shelley ends up at the run-down Zeta Alpha Zeta house, which quickly becomes the most popular spot on campus once she nurtures her girls by teaching them to wear too much make-up and too little clothing. In other words, dress like a whore, and you’re sure to be popular. While the female empowerment theme is a bit muddled in The House Bunny
, the film lacks the confident presence of someone like Reese Witherspoon to gloss over the mixed signals it gives about femininity and individualism. It’s not that Faris isn’t up to the task. As the film goes along, her performance grows on you – she has a Goldie Hawn quality about her here – but the character is never given the opportunity to command the silliness onscreen in the way that Elle Woods gave Witherspoon the opportunity to shine. Similarly, Faris’ co-stars have little to do but go from geek to glam, though Goodman nearly steals the film as the rough-hewn Zeta girl with a perpetual snarl on her face. (And yes, among the ragtag sorority girls are Bruce and Demi’s daughter wearing a body cast and American Idol
runner-up McPhee in her third trimester.) While the film’s nod to Revenge of the Nerds
promises some good-natured rooting for the underdog, Lutz and Smith’s script doesn’t follow through on that premise and instead relies on lame plot devices to bring things to an abrupt finish. That’s not to say that a longer running time would have salvaged The House Bunny
, but it might have given it the chance to put some much-needed spring in its step.