Legally Blonde
Legally Blonde
One doesnt expect deep intelligence from a warm-weather Hollywood romance, but “Legally Blonde” has enough plot holes to drive Warners snazzy sedan through. If Elles so smart, why does she behave like a bubblehead? If shes a bubblehead, how can she ace the law boards on a moments notice? Why would Harvard Law School want the likes of her and Warner in the first place?
To be fair, “Legally Blonde” answers some of these questions. For example, Elle supports her Harvard application with a video essay directed by someone named Coppola and featuring Elle in a bikini. We even see the admissions committee making its decision to accept her, and here the movie has a welcome hint of satire – suggesting that the Ivy League is run by male aristocrats who are surefire suckers for a beautiful babe.
Such biting moments are few, though. Most of “Legally Blonde” is mere sitcom-style farce, culminating in a music-and-dance number thats as awkward and embarrassing as any scene Ive watched in months. Witherspoon fills the screen with bright-eyed bounce, but the picture has little else to recommend it. There oughta