"Man's Favorite Sport?" isn't even much about skill in fishing, if that is a sport, and it isn't much about the porn sport of intercourse, since the hero gets squeamish when he finds a girl in his bed and has repeated zipper problems, and also its gags are not funny, unless seeing somebody fall into a lake is funny, but perhaps this movie can be rescued as an unresolved playful study in gender stereotypes, and a similar suggestion in Sight & Sound in 2003 is what got us to rent it. But please pardon then a brief listing of some of the stereotyping. Male: the hero fails to live up to type, because besides what's already been mentioned, he is a department store salesman, incompetent in scouting skills, unable to swim, a theorist, unable to raise a fishing rod and cast, made fun of by women, told his kissing is limp, unable to properly enter a woman's mini-car, when asked if he is married claims a girl-friend but that one dumps him--oh, and he's Rock Hudson, that cuddly hunk. Female: something's maybe going on between the two women who share a bedroom, dress in very similar woolly suits, one of them with a leather hat named Easy for Isolde and German as if that implied butch; Paula Prentiss, the other, is a businesswoman, competent in the outdoor stuff, on the prowl for Rock, pert but no sex bomb. But there's a happy ending--the odd male and the odd female are going to form an odd couple.
Review of Man's Favorite Sport?
