I was at a barbecue this past weekend, and the movie “Hall Pass” came up. I seemed to be the only one who hadn’t seen it, so I asked if I had the plot right:
“Group of married men complain about monogamy. Wives give them a week pass to sleep with others. Comedic comedy ensues.”
The group made me guess how it ended. I went on an overly passionate trade on monogamous-gendered-behavior-expectation-in-Hollywood-movies.
“Well, assuming it’s a mainstream movie upholding the status quo, I’m going to guess the guys try hard to get laid, with only a side bro getting hilarious penis-in-prostitute action. Meanwhile the women hit a homerun, and in the end the men realize how much they love and miss their spouses, while the wives do too, but don’t tell their men they got any action.”
I figure it would be weird if comedic male, married, main characters actually had extra-marital sex. It would be too close to a painful reality. Add that men are made out to be guffawing buffoons in sitcom-type male/female pairings with the level-headed wife calling the shots and wallah, my conclusion.
Now, I am metaphorically talking out my ass. I have no idea how the movie ends. I would like to think that all pass-holders experience a consensual extra-marital encounter. I would love if they all learn something about themselves and their needs. And I would be ecstatic if then they all came back to their partners with renewed senses of adventure for bedroom exploration, open communication and possibly a more relaxed sense of what monogamy can encompass.
Dear Hollywood, am I wrong? Super wrong? Super-dee-duper wrong? That would be rad if I were.