The Boyfriend School is a classic tale and it goes a little something like this: A socially awkward (but good-natured) cancer survivor falls in love with a beautiful woman whom he knows virtually nothing about, except that she's attractive and not the least bit interested in him as a person. His sister, a trashy romance novelist, helps him out by putting him through a rigorous diet and exercise plan. She also advises him to change his name, ethnicity, and adopt the characteristics of a standard, douche-bag Alpha-male. Wahla! He blossoms from a pale, sickly, bald guy named Gus to a bronzed, hard-bodied beach bro (with a curly blond Lorenzo Lamas-lookin' mullet) named Lobo. Suddenly the object of his desire is interested. Of course, at some point he has to come clean about who he really is and she has to realize that while she was so caught up in the superficial, she failed to realize that Gus was the man of her dreams all along... yadayadayada. What's the point of this story? Inner-beauty triumphs over outer-beauty. Of course, you have to look good in order for people to even want to get to know your inner-beauty. Oh, and it doesn't matter if you're a superficial nitwit because there will always be some dude out there happy to change himself to be the man of your dreams. Message received, Hollywood. Thanks a lot!
Review of The Boyfriend School
