The original screen play apparently ended with Julia Robert's character going back to her crappy life of street prostitution. However, Garry Marshall seized the opportunity to direct something that wasn't distinguished only by an overly fat veneer of sentimentality for once - and so delivered the most cynical movie ever made. Prostitutes really can become princesses! Money can buy you the respect you are otherwise unfairly denied! Evil capitalist control freaks just need love!
That some people think this is a romantic comedy or find it in anyway heart warming scares the bjesus out of me. They should make a sequel where Richard Gere is pimping a crackhead Roberts out to sweeten business deals.
Like Bongwater said "it's about sucking and shopping, sucking and shopping". This film is a f*cking disgrace.
Posted by: Gilbert | May 20, 2005 at 02:38 PM
The American Dream !!
Posted by: palmer_eldritch | May 21, 2005 at 11:24 AM
I apparently managed to woo my current girlfriend because I have a balcony just like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. And apparently it's a lovely romantic movie.
I've tried everything I can to dissuade her from this viewpoint but it's not really working. help!
Posted by: badly dubbed boy | June 06, 2005 at 12:40 AM
Just be grateful she told you outright early on - most try and hide this fairy tale obsession. I blame Walt Disney. And Mattel.
Posted by: palmer_eldritch | June 06, 2005 at 02:09 PM
This is a tough one. I suggest you secretly decorate the balcony with pigs’ intestines and get her to watch Moodysson's Lilja 4-ever.
Posted by: Josie | June 06, 2005 at 02:56 PM