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Very disappointing...

As Good As It Gets

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

Sara Olswang (Tara Reid) returns home crying to Jane Bannister (Amanda Peet) that she had been raped by womanizing football player Mike Penorisi (Jerry O'Connell) after a Friday night out in the club. The single L.A. girls had gone out with friends Emma Cooper (Sybil Temchen) and Whitney Bryant (Emily Procter). Mike was with Rick Hamilton (Sean Patrick Flanery) and Shawn Denigan (Brad Rowe). Trent (Ron Livingston) got left outside for wearing his golf outfit. He manages to sneak in. Mike gets into a brawl outside and he leaves with Sara. What happens afterward is a matter of he says, she says.These eight singles are obsessed with sex, partying, and the ups and downs of the single life. The scattered points of view and the narrow focus of their interest leave the characters feeling rather shallow. There is way too much pontificating on every aspect of sex. It may work if this is an artsy movie about singles and sex. It's more about the rape and the conflicting recollections. The only thing that truly matters in this movie is Sara and Mike's story about what happened. There are too many characters to follow and they don't all connect with the rape. It's not focused.Then there is Tara Reid and Jerry O'Connell themselves. Tara's real life intrudes into this movie. None of these characters are likable and O'Connell is the worst of all. He plays a lot of these kinds of loud-mouthed jerks. The police interrogation is really off-putting. His character won't shut up. For some reason, the police let his friend stay and he kept trying to shut Mike up. It is hard to take such a stupid character. There two clashing story styles do not mesh and both of them are somewhat off-putting.

"Body Shots" is meant to be equal parts a "Mars vs. Venus" study of young adult sexuality, and a cautionary tale about the hardcore-clubbing/sex-with-random-strangers lifestyle. Unfortunately, this film fails to get either point across convincingly. The movie actually stars off pretty entertainingly, establishing the friendships among the male and female protagonists who will later meet up with one another for some late-night shenanigans. Especially engaging are the short vignettes in which the characters give us an inside glimpse into their personal thoughts on dating, love, and sex. But this tongue-in-cheek, introspective tone gets lost somewhere around the middle of the movie, when the plot suddenly shifts gears and turns into a "Lifetime-movie-of-the-week" look at acquaintance rape and its link to overindulging in alcohol and/or drugs. Sadly, this half of the movie fails to satisfy as well, since it leaves things very much up-in-the-air at the end.On the talent side, the cast and acting were OK, if not Oscar-worthy. I was able to buy Tara Reid's portrayal of a rape victim, which was a pleasant surprise. However, Amanda Peet seemed to be just going through the motions, for some reason.Unfortunately, two of the film's most intriguing characters -- Trent (Ron Livingston) and Whitney (Emily Procter) -- are also its most under-utilized. You get the sense that there's a lot going on beneath Trent's smarmy, devil-may-care exterior, but unfortunately, the film barely scratches the surface of his character. Similarly, I found myself wanting to explore the reasons why Whitney is perfectly happy to engage in the kinkiest sex acts with a man she barely knows, but the thought of him spending the entire night, or, worse yet, the prospect of falling in love, absolutely terrify her. Procter does a pitch-perfect job of giving viewers just enough of a glimpse into "the pain behind the perky smile" to leave us wanting more. Towards the end of the movie, it looks like we may not have seen the last of Trent & Whitney, but, true to form, the movie leaves us hanging there, too.All in all, "Body Shots" is definitely worth seeing if you can find the DVD in one of those retail "bargain bins," like I did; or if you're looking for a fairly entertaining way to pass the time on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Otherwise, much better movies have been made on the subject matter.

After watching this insipid piece of self-serving vacuous tripe, I got down on my knees and thanked God that when I was a twenty-something I lived in New York City and not LA. This film doesn't have a single redeeming quality. The title is moronic since it has nothing to do with anything in the movie. The acting is sophomoric (which I should have expected with Tara Reid as the lead). The pretentious direct-to-the-camera commentary by the principals comes off as laughable verbal diarrhea. Truman Capote once said that from the time the wheels of your jet touch down in LA your IQ goes down in a geometrically progressive fashion for each day you remain there. That the makers of this film took themselves seriously bears out his statement.

I usually watch IMDb's ratings before deciding to see a movie or not... but that well may change in the future.... "Body Shots" has got 4.9 ??? I would never ever have tried to see it!! !but fortunately I didn't know that before the screening and frankly I loved this movie, it talks about sex and the way you feel about it... the actors are good, I liked the "plot", one of the guys is real fun, and I loved the ending... (even though my best friend hated it...)Probably one of those movies that you either love or hate but do see it!! TO me, more than worth a rental!!!