Jesus H. Christ is this a whiny fucking shit fest of scenes masquerading as a film about something.
Annoying people, putting themselves in annoying situations with annoying spouses and annoying friends, leaving me nothing but annoyed.
Paul Rudd and Leslie Mann reprise their minor roles from Knocked Up, because people were just clamoring to see more of Leslie Mann bitching about shit.
His record company is failing, she's turning 40. That these two things are treated with the same weight is just maddening. That he just doesn't smack her upside the head and tell her to shut the fuck up with her fucking complaining is just maddening. The whole fucking thing is maddening.
Seriously, neither of these two dolts could be more unlikeable if Apatow were trying to get us to hate them. Such a bizarre take on marriage and life in general this film has.
Megan Fox is fun to watch and John Lithgow is great in a minor role, one can easily understand why the fuck he never wants to be around Manns character, who the fuck would?
Even with all the shitty characters and shitty story, the acutall presentation of the film is worse. It plays more as a series of sketches, very badly edited, flip flopping emotions and desires from scene to scene, it's as jumbled as the characters intentions towards life.
This is shit, is more like it.
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