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Check out the promotional poster for upcoming romantic comedy The Ugly Truth:


This film would have us believe "the ugly truth" is that women love with their crazy little emotional centers and men love with their rascally cocks. But the real ugly truth is that there are people who treat that shit as actual fact—and the even uglier truth is that there are people who will pay good money to see this film because they find it "so true!"

You know, even if the shameless fortification of utterly grim stereotypes wasn't making me positive I'd prefer to hit myself in the head with a tack hammer than see this film, the plot summary alone is prohibitively awful:

A romantically challenged morning show producer (Heigl) is reluctantly embroiled in a series of outrageous tests by her chauvinistic correspondent (Butler) to prove his theories on relationships and help her find love. His clever ploys, however, lead to an unexpected result.

Gag.

In the movies, men and women who find each other unbearably obnoxious always end up falling madly in love. You know what happens when I meet a guy I find unbearably obnoxious? I stay the fuck away from him—and, if, by some unfortunate circumstance, I am compelled to routinely share space with him, I may, after many long months spent unearthing his best qualities, find him merely tolerably aggravating in five minute intervals.

That's because I'm a human being with a functioning brain, not a poor approximation of a woman ubiquitously rewritten by Hollywoodized fucknecks to drop her knickers, against all common sense and logic, for a man who treats her with grinning contempt, but is so handsome that we're meant to regard him as charmingly challenging and not just another smug asshole who deserves to eat supper alone while watching King of Queens reruns.

[H/T Lisa. Amanda's got more.]