Friends with Benefits baffles me as movie. Not because it’s bad (it’s not), but because the whole premise just blows my mind. From top to bottom, I just couldn’t relate to ANY of it. Hear me out:
Reason #1: His FWB is Mila Kunis. Seriously? That’s who you have as a FWB? Who do you have as a girlfriend then, the pope?
Reason #2: This whole situation reminds me of that movie The Vow where Rachel McAdams wakes up and forgets that she’s married to Channing Tatum. If you wake up married to Channing Tatum you don’t freak out and run back to your family; you post some pics on Facebook, make those bitches from high school jealous and CALL IT A DAY. Same with Friends With Benefits; the second Mila Kunis wants to even hang out with you, you don’t sit around evaluating things. You cash out, leave the table and call it a day. “Shut it down! THAT’S A WRAP”
Reason #3: He’s the art director for GQ. Seriously? For GQ? In New York? Like what the hell, this guy’s life is like a million times better than mine. I’m slugging it out in the 9-5 and this guy is doing interviews with super models and Mark Sanchez; how in the world am I supposed to feel sorry for him? Did you even see his apartment in the movie? THERE’S WOOD EVERYWHERE!
Reason #4: He looks just like Justin Timberlake! Again there is no way I can feel sorry for him. Oh, it must be so hard being super charming and handsome all the time. Worst comes to worst, he’ll probably end being BFF’s with Jimmy Fallon or wind up on the cover of GQ. How am I supposed to relate to any of that?