>>12435327>be 16yo virgin dude>best buds are fat party guy and Chad jock>both buds get laid, you can’t>lots of teenage, Porky’s style, dudes-trying-to-get-laid hijinks >still don’t get laid>a wild New Girl appears in school!>you like her, but she gets scooped up and banged by Chad>now she’s pregnant and Chad done bounced out>sell your stuff and borrow money from your boss to pay for her abortion>spend the weekend nursing her back to health>tell her your really love her, share a tender kiss>we’re all gonna make it!>she invites you to her super sweet high school dance party in a few weeks at her house>scrape up some more shekels and buy her some jewelry>show up at the party super stoked to see her>find her in the kitchen making out with the guy who got her pregnant and ran off>they both look at you but don’t really give a shit>leave the party, drive home cryingAnd that’s the premise to the most red pilled movie ever made: The Last American Virgin. The movie is actually pretty bad desu, but it’s a light hearted teenage romp about guys trying to get laid that ends on a super serious, heart breaking note.
It follows a pattern that feels predictable; comedy, slight romance, then sharp drama, and it really looks and feels like you know exactly where it’s going. Every other movie would go there as well: the loser would get the girl. Happily ever after, the end, etc.
Nope. It’s a kick right to the fucking balls. And it’s exactly what would happen in real life. She fucked Chad before (her first time, btw), so of course she’s going to go back to him. That’s reality.
And it really does end like that. As soon as the protagonist sees Chad and Stacey they see him, and don’t really acknowledge what’s going on. There’s no more dialogue, no message of “he’ll find someone else,” and no feel good bullshit. He leaves and the credits roll while he’s driving home crying.
Brutal.
