Strong and Moving!

Pretty Good

Entertaining from beginning to end, it maintains the spirit of the franchise while establishing it's own seal with a fun cast

The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

This film was light, funny, pleasant, without violence, had a great sound track and I genuinely liked it. Sometimes we have to lighten up and flow with a film, sink into it's simplicity and avoid getting stuck in those fault finding ruts. I don't care what others say, it gave me quite a few laughs and it made me feel good. Who cares about the wig and the silly Brad, what a great body she has and tastefully submitted too. At the end I had a very nice feeling and I was happy, which is more than I can say when I watch some of those so called 'A' movies. Some people take themselves far too seriously. Funny, but I didn't rate Benjamin Button, Revolutionary Road or The Reader and definitely not Marley And Me(yuk). I wouldn't watch them again, but I'd watch TOTALLY Blonde any day and that's what really counts.

Alright, the only reason I watched this was Krista Allen otherwise I was expecting a horrible movie and it was pretty bad. Allen looks hot but I prefer her non-blonde look and her dress sense in 'Totally Blonde' was awful. I'll start with the good points of the movie. It features some very nice solo numbers by Michael Bublé. The chemistry between Bublé and Allen isn't lacking either. For a débutant, Bublé is okay but at times he's a bit too weepy. Krita Allen grossly overacts with the exception of a very few scenes and sadly, she doesn't go nude in this one. Maeve Quinlan is decent and the rest of the cast is unbearable. The atrocious writing is extremely shoddy and even amateurs can do a better job. I hope the director has now chosen a different career path more suitable for him because film-making is not for him. He should be banned. This is one hell of a crappy movie with only one or two good points. If you want to watch Krista's beauty, go get her Emmanuelle series but if you want to see her act, then try to catch the last several episodes of 'What About Brian'. For Michael Bublé's singing, his CDs are available. Avoid this junk.

Here's sexy Krista Allen playing a woman asking the old question, "Do blondes have more fun?" She bleaches her hair to find out, and (surprise!) discovers who she truly is in the process! Unfortunately, the producers haven't hired a decent hairdresser so she can play the part of the blonde bombshell, they've just gone to Wal-Mart's Halloween sale and bought the cheapest and ugliest blonde wigs OF ALL TIME for her! Since there was no money spent on wigs, did they spend it on costumes? NO! Krista's outfits are cheap looking and badly fitted, but there is an obligatory scene of her wearing a thong to try and hold the interest of some viewers. Even Michael Buble's awesome voice couldn't help save this badly directed, mediocre script from a one-way trip to the outhouse. Learn from my mistake and run away from this dud.

I'm almost embarrassed to be writing a review of this film. It features B-movie/soft-core porn star Krista Allen in a farcical attempt at romantic comedy. The only highlight is the Sinatra-like singing of Michael Bublé, the male lead. His acting is very bad, but his singing is good. The acting of Allen is painful to watch, and I continually felt pity for her. The other characters don't do any better.The script is atrocious, the interior sets look over-lit and low budget (especially the club), the photography is mediocre, the narrative flow is ridiculously compressed, there's no building on the theme of a woman changing her appearance to exploit a male preference (in fact, almost no comment on it at all), and Allen's character's behavior is so completely juvenile and immature that she becomes an obnoxious stereotype of the oblivious woman. This display erased any sympathy I might have otherwise felt for the character. Obvious attempts at humor were almost universally unfunny, and the soundtrack in many cases unsuccessfully tried to be jazzy (aside from Bublé's songs). The trite message of "Follow your heart" as the core of the film's plot had me rolling my eyes on multiple occasions.I am convinced that Andrew Van Slee lacks any real talent whatsoever (how many readers are saying "Duh!"?), having now seen three of his films (I won't bother with any more of them). There are so many truly great romantic comedies available that no time at all should be wasted on this one (instead, run right out and rent "It Happened One Night").