Well, here we go. This is something. Now, if you’re going to do an ensemble movie and you’re not striving to be Woody Allen, because yawr, King Ensemble, or taking the low road and attempting to be Gary Marshall, he of the abominable movie turd monsters, Valentine’s Day, and its sizable tumor of a sister, New Year’s Eve, than perhaps you want to keep it small and manageable with a movie about six friends, their kids, and some other perfunctory love crap thrown in. Could a monkey make this movie? Maybe. Will it be good? Depends.
That depends on whether or not you can believe these three couples would really be couples in real life. Oh, boy, we’ve got Jon Hamm playing some kind of goofy dweeb again. We assume to match Kristen Wiig’s level of awkward, limb-flailing bug-eyed “Gawrsh, Darn!” thing she seems to do now. There’s also Maya Rudolph, (Bridesmaids Sisters Unite!) and she looks to be the same character she portrayed in twee indie, Away We Go. She’s still grimacing, and crinkling her forehead as if she walked into a sauna filled with rotten cheese, and is that Jon Krasinski back for more coupledom? Well, it kinda looks and sounds like him, but naw, it’s Chris O’Dowd, a totally different, slumpy, schlubby, sack of nose and chin with teeny, tiny eyeballs man, who’ll probably make us laugh and laugh at all the one liners they can fit in his five scenes. So it looks like this movie is hinging on totally no way love interests, like they won’t fall in love or anything, Jennifer Westfeldt (girlfriend to Jon Hamm in real life…awwkkkwwwarrrd) and Adam Scott, who, we dunno, pulled a piece of string hanging out of Will Ferrell’s pocket in Step Brothers and unfurled it all the way here in this movie! YAY, you did it!
Mostly what we’ll probably end up with is one of those movies about thirty-something amorphous successful people who’re book editors, or yoga instructors that’ll say, “You’ll probably never find anyone to marry and live your life with, you sad person, you, so you should probably give your loins over to that friend you’ve got stashed away in case of lonely, unending singlehood.” You’ll nervously smash wiggly bits, make a small person, and then raise it together, but not together, because this is the way of the post-apocalyptic world, but not really, so scrap all that progressive talk because you’re just going to fall in love and probably get married anyway, because that’s what people will pay $22.00 to see. The end! You haven’t changed the world at all. Get back in your Delorean!
I’ll probably see it. Jon Hamm’s in it.
