The House Bunny is the kind of movie you expect to age like milk. A Playboy Bunny gets kicked out of the mansion, stumbles into a sad sorority, and teaches a bunch of nerds how to be hot. That’s not a premise—it’s a time capsule from 2008. And yet… it slaps. Why? Anna Faris.
Faris is a comedy ninja here—every squeaky “Hi, my name is Shelly Darlingson,” every exaggerated face, every line delivery that should be cringe ends up being brilliant. She’s carrying the entire movie on her back like Atlas in six-inch heels, and she makes it look effortless. Honestly, she could’ve made Meet Dave work if they let her.
The supporting cast is fun—Emma Stone as a baby nerd, Kat Dennings doing her patented sarcasm-voice, Rumer Willis in a back brace. But let’s be real, they’re just satellites orbiting Planet Faris.
And then there’s the soundtrack—oh lord. This thing is stuffed with early-2000s mall music, like Hollister and Hot Topic had a baby. Half the time it feels like you’re trapped in a MySpace playlist. Bonus cringe points for the love interest being the dude from All-American Rejects (Colin Hanks was apparently busy). Nothing says “romantic lead” like Move Along, Move Along, like I know you dooo.
But you know what? Despite the dated tropes, the ridiculousness of Playboy being relevant, and a plot thinner than Lindsay Lohan’s tabloid years—this movie works. It’s dumb, it’s fun, and Faris is a goddamn miracle worker. We loved it, and honestly? You probably will too.