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Monday, June 18, 2012

Wanderlust

Wanderlust - Dir. David Wain (2012)


Wanderlust is the latest comedy to come out of the Judd Apatow factory. It was directed by David Wain and reunites him with several members of the sketch comedy show, The State, including Ken Marino, who co-wrote the screenplay with him. Wain's first feature film was 2001's Wet Hot American Summer, a cult classic that was a spoof of 80's summer camp comedies like Meatballs. His biggest hit to date was Role Models with Paul Rudd as an energy drink pitchman dissatisfied with his life.

In Wanderlust, Rudd is George, a white collar worker seemingly satisfied with his life. He's married to the beautiful Linda (Jennifer Aniston), a documentary filmmaker, and they've just bought a "micro-loft" in the trendy West Village of Manhattan. Never mind that the cramped accommodations are a glorified studio apartment, it's a sound investment says their real estate broker. Then, the bottom drops out. HBO turns down Linda's new doc about penguins with testicular cancer and George's firm is shut down due to revelations of massive fraud. The not-so-happy couple is forced to move into the Atlanta McMansion of George's overbearing brother, Rick (Marino). During the road trip, George and Linda take a detour into a hippy commune called Elysium and are drawn to stay by a life unburdened of the trappings of modern society.

Wanderlust is rife with great, comedic performances from a game supporting cast. Marino is very funny as the obnoxious Rick with Michaela Watkins as his put upon wife. The denizens of Elysium are a colorful batch of characters led by Justin Theroux as their guru, Seth, whose outdated knowledge of technology consists of laserdiscs, FAX machines, and Walkmans. Alan Alda co-stars as Carvin, the community's burnt out founder, who rides around on an electric scooter. There's also Malin Akerman as the sexy bombshell, Eva, and Joe Lo Truglio as a wine making nudist. When he's not stomping grapes for his homemade wine, he's attempting to write a Robert Ludlum-esque political thriller.

There's good chemistry between Rudd and Aniston, having previously worked together in The Object of My Affection. Aniston gets to play it looser than usual though she doesn't get as outrageous as the sexpot dentist in Horrible Bosses. Rudd is always entertaining as the exasperated straight man. He gets the best scene in the film when he tries to psych himself up to sleep with Eva by awkwardly spouting dirty talk in front of a mirror. Nothing else in Wanderlust can top it. In fact, the bloopers shown over the end credits were the only other thing I laughed at. Rudd is naturally funny, especially when it feels like he's working off the cuff. However, the humor in Wanderlust is strained and full of tired jokes about hippies and their lack of hygiene. There's also a lame subplot involving real estate developers threatening Elysium.

In 1985, Albert Brooks wrote, directed, and starred in Lost in America, a sharp comedy with he and Julie Hagerty as yuppie Los Angelinos. They leave behind their lives to travel across the country in a Winnebago only to discover their old, materialistic ways were just fine. Wanderlust isn't nearly as subversive or satirical. It's a rather pedestrian comedy, despite all the talent involved.

Rating: * ½ (*****)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Life as We Know It

Life as We Know It - Dir. Greg Berlanti (2010)


Katherine Heigl doesn't seem to have a problem biting the hand that feeds her. She made digs at the writing staff of Grey's Anatomy and lambasted Knocked Up for its sexist themes, despite the fact that the film made her a movie star. Ironically, Heigl would participate in features that were far more misogynistic and insipid. She's frequently cast as the shrill and vapid control freak in a continuing stream of empty-headed romantic comedies. Life as We Know It isn't any different as Heigl once again plays an uptight professional woman who is thrust into motherhood with an emotionally immature man-child.

Heigl is Holly Berenson, the owner of a bakery and catering service, who is best friends with Alison Novak (Christina Hendricks). Josh Duhamel is the subtly named Eric Messer, a technical director for the Atlanta Hawks, who is best friends with Alison's husband, Peter (Hayes MacArthur). The Novaks figure their long-time buddies would make the perfect couple and set them up on what turns out to be a disastrous blind date. Holly wears a slinky cocktail dress. Messer is dressed in a leather jacket and tattered baseball cap. She drives a Smart Car. He rides a motorcycle. Oh, how will it ever work out? Well, it doesn't at first.

Two years later, Peter and Alison are killed in a car accident. They leave custody of their 1-year old daughter, Sophia, to the bewildered Holly and Messer. The newfound parents have a difficult time balancing their work and social lives with raising a baby. Holly and Messer may smart and successful people, but one dirty diaper later, they're suddenly bumbling idiots. One montage later though and suddenly they've turned things around and slowly realize just how much they match up as a family.

Life as We Know It is on the level of a bad sitcom. It's like a pilot for a throwback to the TGIF line-up. The film is full of stock characters that get into stock situations that are easily solved as sappy music plays in the background. Life is stepped in rom-com clichés with Holly romancing a good-looking pediatrician (Josh Lucas) who acts as the third wheel in the relationship. He's the nice, bland guy who gets dumped for the leading man. There's an extremely forced, second act complication that breaks the couple apart just so they can have another idiotic scene where one character rushes to the airport to catch the other before it's too late. The humor is equally inane with scenes of Heigl getting poop on her face and watching The Wiggles while stoned.

Life as We Know It is overly sentimental drivel, but it's harmless, sentimental drivel and that's the nicest, backhanded compliment I can pay it.

Rating: * (*****)

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

She's Out of My League

She's Out of My League - Dir. Jim Field Smith (2010)


You kinda wonder what went on in the lives of Sean Anders and John Morris when they wrote the screenplay for She's Out of My League. A schlubby guy falls for a smoking hot chick, winning her over from her alpha male boyfriend while humiliating his bitchy ex-girlfriend. It's pure nerd wish fulfillment.

Jay Baruchel is cast as the same guy he always plays, the stammering, gawky geek. Here, he's Kirk Kettner, a security officer at the Pittsburgh International Airport. He's still trying to get over being dumped by his ex, Marnie (Lindsay Sloane). To heap humiliation upon humiliation, Marnie and her new boyfriend, Ron (Hayes MacArthur), remain close to Kirk's parents and they are all planning a family vacation to that faraway land known as Branson, MO. Kirk hits it off with Molly (Alice Eve), a successful event planner, after returning her missing iPhone. Kirk's insecurities over their drastic differences in looks and social class threaten to end their unlikely romance. Not even his circle of ribald friends (Mike Vogel, TJ Miller, Nate Torrence) give him a chance in Hell. She's a 10 and he's a 5. How will it ever work out? Kirk also has to deal with Molly's former fighter pilot boyfriend, an insanely jealous Marnie, and his embarrassing family.

She's Out of My League plays like a Knocked Up knock-off. It's the type of film someone makes after watching the entire oeuvres of Judd Apatow and the Farrelly Brothers. League is littered with lowbrow gags that include nut shots, gay jokes, and a sequence that involves Baruchel getting his pubic hair shaved. Another scene revolves around Kirk ejaculating into his pants and trying to stop the dog from licking it. Just as the movie never moves beyond juvenile humor, the cast never moves beyond broad caricatures. For example, Debra Jo Rupp is cast as Kirk's mother, but she's basically reprising her role as the mom from That 70's Show. Baruchel is the same stammering beanpole he has in other pictures like Tropic Thunder. He isn't given the opportunity to imbue enough charm to his character in order to make the audience root for him.

Rating: * ½