Mike H
Actually it's simply a cute little fun movie that's not looking to go down in history as a super great comedy. It's got some dumb stuff in it but it doesn't overwhelm the movie by any stretch. It's got plenty of fun stuff that makes you laugh, and the actors are all good and likable. Freddie Prinze and Monica Potter work really well together, and along with the cast (especially the narcissistic models) keep the movie at a good pace. I wouldn't give it an "A" rating but it's easily in the "B" range because it has plenty of funny parts that made me laugh. Mike
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Rated 4 out of 5 stars
11/28/24
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Rhaidot
I like it, simple but funny. Models did a better acting than I expected
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Rated 5 out of 5 stars
02/13/23
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Jasmine C
Don't take it seriously, it's just a comedy. No one should be expecting a masterpiece. My sister and I watched this movie probably a hundred times on VHS and just rewatched it tonight. It's a great time for a silly night with some wine. We probably have some nostalgia glasses on but it still makes us laugh.
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Rated 5 out of 5 stars
01/27/23
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dustin d
Head Over Heels appeals to the demographic of rom-com/chick-flick fans who find poop jokes funny (nobody). During the first act I was actually invested in the story of a Renaissance painting restorer (an interesting occupation) who constantly makes Freudian slips around the dreamy Freddie Prinze Jr. I liked the supporting characters, including her supermodel roommates. The whole movie should have been like that. Alas, it instead descends into a comfortably routine plot involving the Russian mafia and FBI. It's one of those stories that requires every character acting stupid in order to maintain its momentum, which is frustrating. It was harmless enough, but was set up to be a flop.
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Rated 2 out of 5 stars
03/31/23
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steve d
Mildly entertaining and completely predictable.
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Rated 3 out of 5 stars
03/30/23
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Simply awful, total CRAP-FEST...figurative and literal. Skip it. But if you must know, perhaps in order to learn how NOT to write, produce, direct, and cast a silly, gross rom-com for pre-pubescent girls, here's your chance.
Though filmed in 2001, it feels like 1980's CHEESE somehow (writer, director influence?). Why young, straight men with thin wallets and cheap suits would methodically lose their minds over tranny-looking, materialistic, learning disabled, egocentric, parasitical "models" is just plain silly (with waiting lists to interact, of course). However, these particular models could easily turn away mature, wealthy sugar-daddies like "Big" from TV's Sex and the City. Sure. They. Could. Professional models from that time period should be offended. Within minutes, you'll suffer from the atrocious content and delivery of dialogue, including one too many "jokes" about male dog humping, child molestation and pedo-lust, esp. in the Australian outback. Apparently the FOUR adult men who wrote, and the one who directed, this female-centric humdinger are desperately imagining what young girls want in a rom-com.
First, with NO LESS than five men creatively working on this movie, they managed to title it "Head Over Heels" when there is nary a reference to it. Perhaps they meant brains (head) over beauty (heels) with the whole models versus art restorer, but all the young ladies were inanely helpless in their own way. A title of "Weak in the Knees" would have made more sense, since this problem was portrayed ad nauseam. The acting is like a high school play, the main actress appears too "maternal" next to the miscast "professional" male lead who looks to be a college boy. Saving grace: one of the writers had a deep moment, so the male character uses an asthma inhaler, so as to be flawed...OR pulmonary disorders are funny to address during action scenes?
In the end, somebody cast two leads who inspire an odd-couple with "ick" factor, along the lines of brother and sister shenanigans...but then they kiss/have sex with absolutely no chemistry or sweat. While there's no revealing nudity, the fake heavy breathing does what it can on the sofa or when weak in the knees. The overly moody, weepy, bumbling, stuttering, supposedly intelligent art-restorer is ridiculous and completely helpless until the end. She's likened to three little, old ladies coworkers who apparently have no life, or no one to love, outside of the art and their cats...so she's supposedly doomed without things like artificially enhanced beauty, superficial relationships with either gender, and lots of attention to your own needs. Like a junior high girl's idea of the "grown-up" world.
The ridiculous plot is further enhanced by senseless, misplaced TOILET humor....literal poop, farts, and all. Yes, juvenile and gross. Inexplicably, the music generally made the visuals feel even more disingenuous. Unless you're a 12-year-old girl, this film will seem beyond juvenile, but fairly harmless in its fake world of romantic art, goofy spies/commies, romantic boys trying to be men, cheer-section roommates, gross-out gags & dirty jokes, and the "grown-up" world of adults that seems campy. The movie's stereotyped, masculine, dumb-as-rocks models - that inadvertently become heroes, of course - are the last bastion of what every girl was shown a supermodel could be (minus anorexia & heroin use in this PG-13) ...before those somewhat unfair stereotypes were wiped out when real-world "models" finally found expression ad refuge on Instagram with the other millions (aka: unemployed narcissists with duck-lips).
Quack!
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Rated 0.5 out of 5 stars
01/15/23
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