In all its downright American wit like most home-grown themes, my best friend’s girl was pronounced. Kate Hudson echoed herself from How to lose a guy in 10 days in this comedy which blended modest Will Smith’s specialty of character in Hitch in a way Dane Cook’s does with perversion as Tank got to be ‘the man who solves pathetic’. What more to expect? Audiences who’d for the moment go past moral critique to rampage giggles they’d easily have beyond help at the debauched humor of the main lines that were designed to serve the story’s purpose.
Tank was a guy who sold, in and out, as a call center professional with his natural scam tactics and as one who claimed he knew much of female psyche he could both seduce and scream the hell out of women, furnishing them setbacks they’d deem (better off with ex-beaus back) of regaining the dumped guys, who furtively hired Tank to do the job, in ten maddening steps. Either fashion, cashes filth-flooded in for him until he crossed a lifetime deal he suddenly found refundable before he could even close. A challenge was set to be waged when he attempted recovery of his masturbating friend, Dustin (J. Biggs), from chasing too much fantasies and corrected him with the reality of having real partner.
Course of actions manifested themselves very conclusive, occurring to lead twists undeniably predictable. Nothing really more unusual than the anticipated exaggerations round frolics between Dustin and Tank, the former asking the latter’s help so that he could have Alexis (the colleague he’d had wild dreaming of) for a girlfriend he would rightfully settle with. Wholly entrusting his friend (he treated as if technically next of kin) to do the work of courting Alexis for him, Dustin off the hook was yet to learn of the conspiracy which eluded his notice.
Alexis was just about to rock Tank’s world and turn his diabolic scheming against his own nature the time she offered Dustin her friendship with insultingly little effort, practically going her way, handing Tank over to her preference. The helpless boy played nice sport then. Such a sunny betrayal barely rayed through Dustin’s clouds prior, believing that Tank was well guaranteeing good shape for his future with Alexis until one late evening. Dustin could no longer suppress himself and crashed in at her place, breaking loose from the upsetting intuition that the girl was seeing someone, so there! Like no second guesses could be truer than the clear view which framed the red-handed two, with Tank looking dubiously undoing their sign of magnetic fondness.
The next scenes of course were crudely eventful. Tank looked forward to making amends with Dustin and took advantage of their attendance at the wedding of Alexis’s sister, only to discover that she was a former victim betrothed to Tank’s client. That nonetheless did not make him decline his countdown (reaffirming the genius asshole behind his restless chorus “That’s what I do!”) and ruined the entire ceremony, remaining viciously cocky towards Alexis’s mother who had been the last appalled by Tank’s exhibition. Not to mention the controversies that followed, everything got back to norm except for the amendments portion.
Attempt upon attempt stack forth on building official pardon from Tank, now admitting seriously how foolish he had acted at the expense of Alexis, of the ‘love’ that (before wasn’t less than sidetracked by his spiteful caprices) abruptly planted him under sound perspective, beating monotony out of his hopeless situations. So chances had to be taken at whatever rate for odds of getting the angel back, or he’d be asshole for life. When Dustin dismissed him, professor had to take over pal’s role and it was hard to believe, even for Tank in dire need of fatherly advice, that a Casanova’s function must be reversed.
The end of this feel-good film ought to be by some ‘ever after’ mood so, both parties gave in like a deal closed without much rebuttals, only exchange of smartass smug phrases again to stop up the breach through their unsurprisingly practical characters. Dustin got restored in his best relations, casually as devised by his persona yet the real-time resentment no aspect of picture ever insinuated, was to be decided upon by any viewer’s concern of that presumably minor part. It went highlighted after all on turning Tank straight angle from the pits to a virtuous guy degree.
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