** "The House Bunny"

Sororities, makeovers for geeky girls, nudie magazines; Susan B. Anthony is spinning so fast underground I'm sure she made it to Beijing in time for the closing ceremonies of the Olympics.

But of course, challenging a ditzy, honey-glazed comedy with the ideology of feminism would be comparable to picketing a nearby Burger King with pro-vegan rhetoric; in a word, fruitless.

With that in mind, "The House Bunny," the fractured fairy tale of a wayward Playboy bunny with a heart of gold and a brain of moosh starring the reasonably entertaining Anna Faris, earns a disapproving finger waggle and a non-committal groan from yours truly. "Bunny" is as breezy and listlessly inoffensive as any given Playboy pictorial; not worth the stink and fuss that its obliviously offensive foundation might rear to a passionate nitpicker.

Faris stars as Shelley, a happy-go-lucky orphan living among her fellow flotation devices at the Playboy mansion. On her 27th birthday, Shelley is treated to a lavish party, breakfast in bed, and a handwritten letter from Playboy founder Hugh Hefner ordering her to vacate the premises.

Shelley stumbles on her platform heels, onto a college campus and into the rickety house of Zeta Alpha Zeta, a sorority dwelling packed with a handful of dorky, unpopular ladies on the cusp of being thrown out of their abode due to a lack of interest among pledges in joining in their sorority. Shelley offers up her services as a house mother, promising to de-geek the ladies in time to wrangle in some prospects. So Shelley imparts her great wisdom concerning makeup and flirting and the ladies sop up her great sapience like little girls watching their mom put on lipstick for the first time.

Shelley does learn that some men like brains as much as they like blondes with delightful tans, as she meets a love interest in the plainly amiable Oliver (Colin Hanks), a manager of an elderly community who tolerates Shelley's bobble-headed witticisms because she's sweet and younger than all of the women he comes into contact with during his work week.

Faris herself exudes sweet like she was schooled in the college of Reese Witherspoon, and Hanks is earnest enough (but much twitchier than his pop, as if he's constantly blinking out an eyelash and evading ninja attacks.) The supporting cast of misfit girls, (including "Superbad's" Emma Stone, former "American Idol" runner up Katharine McPhee, and Rumer Willis, nepotist spawn of Bruce and Demi) some pregnant, others pierced and jaded, don't serve up many laughs, but to be fair, neither does the script. After Shelley's 837th mispronunciation of the word "philanthropy," adorable segues into awkward quicker than an elderly woman flipping through a current issue Playboy.

With shades of "Legally Blonde," "Revenge of the Nerds," even "Elvira, Mistress of the Dark" (yes, "Elvira," trust me), "Bunny" is spinning the wheel of predictable comedy conventions and vacuously hammering down expectations with great ease. It is its own full length trailer, nothing more, no great twists or big laughs buried within, no need to stop and chide. Faris' "Bunny" is a fender bender, not a train wreck, a slow down in many ways, ideologically and comedically, but in no means a vehicle of great destruction. Nothing to see here folks, move it along.

- Now playing at CinemaWorld, Lincoln, 622 George Washington Highway, 401-333-8676, cinemaworldonline.com.