Head Over Heels Movie Review
Many analysts are trying to figure out how Freddie Prinze, Jr. still has a career. He had a hit with I Know What You Did Last Summer, but his teen romance comedies, starting with She's All That, have spiraled downward, doing the same story over and over again with worse and worse results. So it's no surprise that in 2001 we hit Head Over Heels, a nearly dreadful film.
Monica Potter is actually the main character, a museum worker who moves into a closet with four ditzy models and who falls in love with her next door neighbor, Freddie Prinze, Jr. Of course, she witnesses what looks like a murder, even though it is obvious from the first few minutes that things aren't always what they seem.
First off, Head Over Heels has a bad story. Filled with horrible characters, from Potter, who stutters and gets faint knees when she sees her dream man, who at the same time she suspects of being a psycho killer (the absolute epitome of the blonde stereotype), to the models that range from stupid to incredibly stupid and who are more annoying than beautiful, and to Prinze, who is portrayed as the perfect man, even though he obviously isn't. Potter goes around like it's some bad version of Rear Window and really doesn't get much accomplished. There is more intelligence in a Teletubby episode.
The movie isn't very comical and it isn't very romantic. Head Over Heels is trying to be a smart caper, a comedy, and a romance at the same time, but instead none of the three work out. The romance, on a scale from one to ten, is a zero. The comedy is a three, serving up a few funny lines here and there and a very funny but trite farting scene, which most of the audience (primarily females, I'm guessing) won't find too amusing. Hell, I'm having trouble making this review make any sense because I'm just trying to get through it so I can shelve Head Over Heels forever.
And that's where it should belong; on the shelf.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.