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MguyXXV 
"X marks the spot"
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 Posted - 09/06/2011 : 01:39:10
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Paul Rudd owes me something, and money's not going to cut it. You betrayed me, man! How I got roped into seeing this predictable, stupid chick-flick is no mystery: my ex-girlfriend (doubtless, trying to get back at me again, said it was great, and I figured at least Mr. Rudd might be funny).
Stupid stupid stupid stupid.
Here's the thing I don't get: movie makers can ask us to wilfully suspend disbelief for certain genres (comic book adaptations, sci-fi, et al.), but why would you ask me to believe in a family of stupid, self-absorbed, mal-adjusted urbanite sisters who need their somewhat overly trusting adult brother to come in and wreck havoc by bringing a trail of begrudging truth and smarmy discovery in tow? Like they didn't know what their brother was like? Like all of them got passed over in the compassion department, though they were raised by the same quirky(?) mom (which gets a question mark because that character is completely underdeveloped but used later in a lame attempt to add dimension to Paul Rudd's character)? They are so non-believeable, and the predicaments are so predictable that this thing should have been an afterschool special.
If they had gutted the melodrama and moralizing -- and completely done away with the sisters -- there could have been a funny premise against which a second, parallel tale could have unwound (Rudd's hippie-like lifestyle and acquaintences could have been used for some good to frame something less melodramatic). But no. Somebody had to make a chick-flick, and they got Paul Rudd to lure unsuspecting men to it through the wiles of their obviously evil ex-girlfriends.
Fuck you, Paul Rudd: you're gonna pay!  |
Edited by - MguyXXV on 09/06/2011 21:02:11 |
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Our Idiot Brother
