It's yet another "spoiled bitch forced to actually work for a living" type deal here.I don't usually watch this kind of film - ones that fall under the "chick flick" label - but you do what you can to keep yourself in the good graces of your wife. I feel so whipped sometimes. But I digress.
Brittany Murphy is Molly Gunn, the aforementioned spoiled bitch... well, not really that much of a bitch, but she still lives a lavish party-girl lifestyle as a rock star's daughter, the offspring of the late guitar god Tommy Gunn. This lifestyle comes to a crashing halt when the accountant managing Tommy Gunn's assets flees the country with those assets.
All of a sudden, Molly is broke and penniless, and is forced to crash at friends' apartments and find a job. Her employment search leads her to become a nanny for Ray (Dakota Fanning), the young daughter of Roma Schleine (Heather Locklear), a busy record executive. Ray is just about the polar opposite of Molly: high-class, reserved and germophobic. Despite the initial clashes and reality checks, the usual female bonding eventually ensues. Oh yeah, and there's a love interest for Molly thrown into the mix: Neal, a tortured-soul-type rock artist (Jesse Spencer).
The acting here is decent, but the cliche-sprinkled story leaves a little to be desired. Some things don't make sense... such as, can we really expect an eight-year-old girl to make it from an uptown Manhattan residence to a kiddie ride in the middle of Coney Island all by herself? After dark, even? And after all that's said and done, the ending to this film is sweet yet quite abrupt, not giving the story a chance to actually wrap everything up fulfillingly.Uptown Girls is a fairly good film for the female crowd that could have been better if not for its awkward moments.