The cast in "Speed-Dating" was good enough, though no major names here.
I think I only recognized Chris Elliott and Holly Robinson Peete here, to be honest.
The group of friends runs the speed-dating soiree as a scheme so that they can handpick the women allowed to participate and control who gets matched up with who.
This system rigged by men, in which women are passed around as stupid, gullible gifts that just keep on giving and heterosexual sex is always some kind of rape has been poetically depicted in Ian Mc Ewan’s novel , and philosophically in Gayle Rubin’s essay “The Traffic in Women.” But here all we get is the naturalization of the grotesquerie of that system (“Women are programmed to say no, even if they like you,” Dog warns us), which is played for laughs.
This makes his nationality American and ethnicity black.
A lot of information on him and his interesting biography can be grabbed from wiki sites like Wikipedia and IMDb.
At this age he has already been a very successful actor and musician and is always working hard for more.
He was born in a place called Amityville, which lies in New York of United States of America.
And that made the movie a rather dull and colorless experience.
The filmmakers seem aware of how ghastly heterosexual courtship can be, Beaver saying at one point: “We scheme on women in order for them to feel better about being disrespected.” Yet the film’s sole preoccupation is to reassert the biological imperative that men will be boys, immune to human feeling, perennially erect and made whole by indecent amounts of cash, and that it’s women’s job to sit around looking pretty until men decide to put their Xbox aside and surrender to love.
The film’s most recurrent, and dullest, motif is its barrage of gay jokes, which are mostly projected onto Beaver, the kind of homophobic fantasy that is summoned when homosexual desire isn’t properly sublimated onto homoerotic activity—such as bromances or contact sports.
is that type of vile cultural product that adds more fuel to a mediascape already saturated with sexism travestied in mere horniness.
It’s invested in the same project—excusing heterosexual males’ objectification of women as a commendable and natural necessity—as something like .