Review of "Sherrybaby"

So,as I mentioned I would do, I did rush right out and rent "Sherrybaby" after I was so enamored with the many charms of Maggie Gyllenhaal after "Stranger Than Ficton". And then I let it sit without watching it for a week. That's how I am now the proud owner of the DVD's "Hustle and Flow" and "Cinderella Man", by the way. Blockbuster just assumed that at some point I must have mailed them back after they sat in my house for OVER THREE MONTHS without me watching them. I've since watched "Hustle and Flow", but a year and a half later, still haven't cracked open that "Cinderella Man". Somehow I just never find myself in the mood for a long-ass period piece about a boxer I've never ever heard of directed by Ron Howard. I wonder why that is?

On to the review...so I don't recommed "Sherrybaby" to any woman who enjoys fucking men. Because this movie will make you swear off the pole for good. If the scene where Maggie blows this disgusting fuck to get a better job placement doesn't do it, then the scene of her father smushing around her breasts like he's a toddler and they're play-dough when he's obstensibly trying to comfort her will. Yee-uck. Other than that, it's a delightful romp about a fucked-up molestation survivor trying to kick the junk and start anew after a stint in prison, despite the fact that no one's really nice to her and her young daughter doesn't love her anymore. Well, there is some completely unattractive barrel-chested American Indian who treats her kind of nicely, and also fucks her of course, but even though he's gross too, that one didn't even really register on the ick meter. This movie makes "Half Nelson" look like the feel-good movie of 2006. I don't even think I have a girl-crush on Maggie Gyllenhaal anymore, which is probably for the best because she really does kind of look like a beaver.