If you can’t tell from the title—well, if you can’t tell from the title, you’re an idiot—this is another one in the epidemic of man-child comedies. One of the characters even calls Paul Rudd’s character, Ned, a man-child. That’d be after he’s gotten himself busted for offering pot to a cop. Not an undercover cop, either. There’s been so many of these that Rudd’s been in one at least three years running, only he was one of the grown-up types in Dinner for Schmucks and I Love You Man. (In 2007, however, he was another idiot in Role Models.)
What’s different about this one? For one thing, the sibling focus. Ned’s sisters are played by Zooey Deschanel (the ambisexual comedian, partnered with Rashida Jones, who was Rudd’s fiancé in I Love You Man), Elizabeth Banks (the go-getter/aspiring journalist, whose dark hair reminding me of Parker Posey), and Emily Mortimer (the frumpy/sweet mom, partnered with Steve Coogan). Besides that, instead of being about the need to grow-up, the movie makes kind of a defense of the child within. Unlike so many of his boyish movie brethren, Ned’s not a self-absorbed slacker, but a people pleaser. His lack of guile makes him an unwitting catalyst for chaos. But he means well, so even when his sisters get angry with him, they can’t sustain it.
viewed at Ritz East and reviewed 8/31/2011
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