Sure. Fine. High brow. ... Dirty South!
Amanda Seyfried is not a b.s-artist, a con artist, a wuss who can't indelibly and remarkably perform the mimesis of a perfectly worthy and innocently talented porn star from probably the 70s that some people couldn't get to know because they didn't want to truck with... a golem.
And now that Seyfried has admitted with a talking bear and everything that she is one, we can all agree she is the Tom Cruise of porn stars if not one her own dawn self although in this one she admits to be being from a major State school with a rep the size of girl's from Sessex - who are cool and let you know when you can invoke their memory. (Seriously - there is no stigma)
There is an evocative use of boobies in a truly choreographed meat market of nerd-dom which is as hard as acting with animals or children, so it's a quality picture if one that errantly is solely made to make Amanda Siegfried somehow qualified to sing and dance with a character actress and whatever.
Ted 1, the more accurately named Ted, supposedly had a poor delivered 9/11 joke, and it might be worth watching that one first except that Ted 2 has a whole bit of being sucky at improv helper time yelling Robin Williams at comics in shit so funny I lost it crying which the kid or girlfriends should probably take part in because it'll age them beyond their years spiritually.
We await Ted 3 which'll hopefully move on from trying to save a slutty actress - golem - whatever and actually have artistic merit and the balls to call it Teddies or at least A Teddy.
But if that gets in the way of Wahlberg self-producing The Newsroom in Boston if it must be, then burn the accurate bra and end this Cold War and bullshit called most of the evening news in international - if your international - if you eat in the drink... Go fuck yourself.
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