Juliet is far less annoying than Jack, but I’m not a fan of the whole “grumpy lady hates neighbor but still can’t stop herself from staring open-mouthed at his naked chest” trope. Oh, sure, it was done under the cutesy guise of “hey, you gotta know your neighbors these days”, but guys, if you have a cop friend run a girl’s license so you can get a bunch of personal info about her without talking to her, you’re a creepy stalker. Jack remembers the heroine’s name because he stalked her.He’s not at all apologetic when his keggers keep his hard-working neighbor, Juliet, awake at all hours of the night.Either way, it’s not really the kind of nickname Jack should be proud of. I thought they called him that because he’s pretty much a giant bag of dicks throughout the first 20% of the story, but no, I think everyone calls him that as a lame shout-out to his alleged sexual prowess. Jack doesn’t seem concerned or offended that everyone in town calls him Jack “the Pecker” Decker.(Mostly because he doesn’t give a crap about any of them. Jack seems to have trouble remembering the girls’ names. First of all, he’s a grown-ass man who throws keggers (oh, excuse me, “barbeques”) at his house every night where he and his manwhore friends hang out/have sex with scantily clad women of dubious intelligence and intent.There’s a number of things I didn’t like about Jack right from the start.
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