There are a ton of parties within No Strings Attached, a constant flow of gatherings reproducing tons of chatter and loud music. There’s a short bar concert at that really gets the bass flowing, even as the characters leave to chat outside. The low-end never stops pumping out material.

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The same goes for any music, the soundtrack lively in the soundfield, situating itself in the surrounds naturally without becoming overly forceful. The stereos are not just for songs either, dialogue splitting off when it has a few opportunities to widen the space a bit. Otherwise, it’s a firm center channel presentation that is quietly impressive and balanced.

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No Strings Attached is one of the first in a new trend: the �realistic� rom-com genre. Yes that’s an oxymoron but it’s a thing I assure you and No Strings shows us a decent effort in this budding rom-com subset. For folks that look to the Blu-ray and DVD extras you’ll find an even greater exploration of how screenwriter Elizabeth Meriwether tried her hand at romantic comedy for real women and maybe even for men.

We all know there’s a problem with the modern romantic comedy: women aren’t all fashion-obsessed well-dressed ditzes looking for Prince Charming. We don’t speak melodically and we’re often just as cynical and lacking in grace as our male counterparts. That’s where No Strings Attached comes in. It’s the romantic comedy for cynics � or at least it starts out that way. Sure it still has the happily ever after story written all over it and it missteps a few times but the film explores a very modern relationship and for the most part does it pretty well. Continuer la lecture de Director Ivan Reitman goes solo for a commentary track, followed by the studio-standard making-of, Sex Friends →