I Love You, Man

iloveyouman

John Hamburg, USA, 105 min.

I wanted to love you, I Love You, Man.  Really, I did.  I tried.  I tried so hard to love you, but you gave me no choice.  I think I should see other films.  I’m sorry.  It’s not me, it’s you.

No, please.  Please don’t cry.  It’s nothing you did.  It’s what you didn’t do.  You told me this story about a guy named Peter Klaven (Paul Rudd) who, upon becoming engaged and starting to plan his wedding, realizes that he has spent his whole life focusing on his relationships with women.  This has left him with no male friends to speak of.  He decides to go on a series of “man dates” to rectify the situation.  After a series of slighty humorous mishaps, Peter meets the man-friend of his dreams in Sydney Fife (Jason Segel), a cougar hunting day trader.  Peter develops doubts about his upcoming marriage as his friendship with Sydney grows. His fiancee (played by Rashida Jones….soooooo hot!) becomes jealous of and a bit concerned about his blossoming male relationship.  Friction engulfs both relationships and that’s just about the whole movie.

You were amusing in parts, don’t get me wrong, but your humor only focused on the slightly homoerotic relationship developing between Peter and Sydney.  It was good for a laugh or two, but it inevitably became less funny and predictable.

Otherwise, you really gave no effort.  Paul Rudd did a decent job, but Peter Klaven might have been the weakest lead character I’ve ever seen in a film.  Sydney Fife was a bit more fun to watch, but ultimately neither character was very well-written.  There was no journey of character development, you just showed me a series of events and then ended.

You just seemed so rushed, I Love You, Man. You were the classic case of a studio trying to piggyback the recent success of films like The 40 Year Old Virgin, Forgetting Sarah Marshall and Knocked Up by putting familiar actors together with a relatively humorous script and throwing a movie together.  You just came up short.  You weren’t horrible, you just weren’t anything.  It’s time we said goodbye.  I’m sure there are people out there waiting to see you who will love you for the unspectacular, uninspired and predictible comedy you are.  Find them, I Love You, Man.  Fly Free.

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