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by Mischief Maker 12/23/2004, 8:01pm PST

I just went on a trip to Malaysia with a stop in tokyo and ever since coming back I've had people asking me if I can, like, totally relate to this movie. Now that I've seen it I can say:

Fuck these movies about sad, but fabulously rich people!

Oh boo hoo. Bill Murray is getting paid $2 million to do a photo shoot in Japan for a week. He's staying at a posh luxury hotel. He has jetlag! Horrors! He gets expensive hookers sent to his room for free, how awkward. He doesn't understand what any of those funny japanese people are saying so all he can do is swim laps in the olympic sized pool or down vast quantities of expensive liquor while listening to live music in the huge bar with a view of the Tokyo skyline. Now he's getting interviewed on TV and fawned on by fans. And just for sitting around the bar looking like a drunken sack of shit the hot redhead singer decides to fuck him. Will his soul-crushing pain ever end? But wait! At an oh-so-artily-and-intentionally-vague ending he breaks the rules and does something gutsy to strike back and take his life back. Damn the consequences, this is one man who won't let his vast sums of wealth stand in the way of his happiness.

I've really had it with these movies. American Beauty, KPax, Pretty Woman. I'm tired of rich fucks finally taking a month off from their workaholic lifestyle to take their family to some expensive B&B in New England and resolving from now on to work less than 40 hours a week while maintaining their fabulously posh mansion. I'm sick of suburbanites living in McMansions getting dropped in on by pixies from their past who teach them to loosen up and have fun with the fistfulls of cash they readily have on hand. To hell with the scene where the valedectorian son gets valuable soulful advice from the black caterers at a debutante party. Enough with the ad executive divorcee in her late 30s and a manhattan penthouse apartment getting her groove back.

So no, I had fun and can't relate to the movie.

But the see-through panties were a nice touch. Almost like the rich, family-connected director of the movie added it too keep me from turning the fucker off from the start.