2001 was the height of heartthrob Freddie Prinze Jr.’s romcom career. Last night, 17 years after I first watched this in theaters, HBO’s offering was a blast from the past.
Warning: this movie is White Chicks level stupid. As are many films. And, I don’t mind one bit. When you’re having fun, you don’t care about restricting film viewings to film noir this, Best Picture that. You enjoy the movie for what it is.
Head Over Heels is about an art restorer moving in with four non-smoking models crushing on her neighbor across the street in, Soho(?). Up until the alleged murder scene in which she and the roomies spy on the very charming Freddie Prinze Jr. character, whom she met when enquiring about the room opening up in the models’ apartment, the film is guilty pleasure fun.
After that scene, the movie becomes a semi-boring attempt at unmasking him as a murderer(!). Things don’t get silly-fun until the last 15 minutes of the movie. Our guy Roger Ebert gave this movie two stars, one more than Freddy Got Fingered released in the same year. Marking the first time Roger, R.I.P., and I ever agree.
Had the film remained as it was in the beginning, Head Over Heels might be a cult classic.