Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
Beautiful Girls is a 1996 comedy/drama directed by Ted Demme and starring Timothy Hutton, Matt Dillon, Natalie Portman, Uma Thurman, Michael Rapaport, Mira Sorvino, Lauren Holly, Annabeth Gish, Noah Emmerich and Rosie O'Donnell.Willie Conway (Hutton) is a struggling piano player who goes back to his hometown of Knight's Ridge for his high school reunion. Still living there is Tommy "Birdie" Rowland (Dillon), who was once the big man on campus at high school, but now owns his own shoveling and construction business. And even though he has a girlfriend, Sharon Cassidy (Sorvino), he's still seeing his high school girlfriend Darian Smalls (Holly) since neither of them can completely let go of the past. Paul Kirkwood (Rapaport), Tommy's partner, meanwhile, has been rejected by his girlfriend Jan (Martha Plimpton) because he doesn't want to get married right away, and he's become obsessed with supermodels. Willie has his own baggage; he's engaged to Tracy Stover (Gish), whom he likes a lot, and is ready to quit piano playing and get a regular job, but part of him still wants to have one last fling. He, and his other friends, become attracted to Andera (Thurman), the cousin of one of their friends, and Willie also strikes up an unusual friendship with Marty (Portman), his precocious 13-year-old neighbor.The film wasn't a big hit when it first came out (though it got decent reviews), but has since gained a cult following, partly because it helped make a star out of Natalie Portman.This film contains examples of:
Actor Allusion: At one point, Paul and Tommy discuss the miniseries Rich Man, Poor Man, and how terrifying the villain "Falconetti" was. In The Outsiders, Matt Dillon's character is menaced by a character played by William Smith, who played Falconetti in Rich Man, Poor Man.
Paul: See these guys? Pete, Rizzo and Sammy B? They work all day and drink all night for 40 fucking years. Two weeks out of the year, they take a vacation and go to the Cape. What do they do? They drink all day, they drink all night. If we don't step it up, we're gonna wind up just like them.
Crowd Song: Played with; all of Willie's friends sing along when he starts playing "Sweet Caroline", but they're the only ones, it's justified by the fact he's playing the piano, and some of his friends are either off-tempo or slightly off-key.
Deadpan Snarker: Willie, Tommy, Marty, Paul and Gina especially fit this trope.
Kev: It's a trend in diamonds. Champagne. It's a nice stone.
Willie: Yeah, no, I heard about this. It's a new trend in the diamond trade, they're trying to create a new market.
Tommy: Oh, right, right. yeah. They were callin' 'em "piss", but they weren't moving any units.
It's All My Fault: Sharon is afraid it's her fault Tommy is cheating on her, that she's not good enough compared to Darian.
Local Hangout: The Johnson Inn, run by Stinky and his brother Frank.
Meaningful Echo: In anger over the fact Jan has dumped him, Paul blocks up her driveway with snow twice. Near the end of the movie, after the Roaring Rampage of Revenge towards Steve for his No-Holds-Barred Beatdown of Tommy is interrupted when Mo sees Steve's young daughter and thinks better of it, a tearful Paul clears the snow out of the driveway.
Gina: I'm finished speaking to both of you okay? You're both fucking insane. You want to know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you, ok? Girls with big tits have big asses. Girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around; he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little tiny niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call him...Oh, guys, look what we have here. Look at this, your favorite. Oh, you like that?
Tommy: I could go along with that.
Gina: Yeah, that's nice right? Well, it doesn't exist, okay? Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fucking weave, okay? And the tits, please! I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits by design were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they're purely functional. These are silicon city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being too unruly and all. Very key. This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved...These are not real women, all right? They're beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, hi bob, and our cellulite feel somehow inadequate. Well I don't buy it, all right? But you fucking mooks, if you think that if there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women, you don't give us real women anything approaching a commitment. It's pathetic. I don't know what you think you're going to do. You're going to end up eighty-years old, drooling in some nursing home, then you're going to decide, it's time to settle down, get married, have kids? What, are you going to find a cheerleader?
Tommy: I think you're oversimplifying.
Gina: Oh eat me. Look at Paul. With his models on the wall, his dog named Elle McPherson. He's insane. He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you had an once of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep. And you know what, if you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you'd be sick of her.
Tommy: Yeah, I suppose I'd get sick of her after about, what, twenty or thirty years?
Gina: Get over yourself...No mater how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there is some other shit going on in the relationship, besides the physical, it's going to get old, okay? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip. Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy.
Roaring Rampage of Revenge: Mo, Willie and Paul intend to do this on Steve and his friends in reaction to the No-Holds-Barred Beatdown described above, but it's ultimately averted. As Mo is about to punch Steve, he sees Steve's young daughter watching them, and thinks better of it.