Bromantic poetry
Comedies don’t win Oscars. Of course, there are exceptions to this statement (Pixar, Cohen Bros.), but “I Love You, Man” will not be one of them. Whatever ends up on top next February will have impeccable set design, sharp dialogue and bold, well-realized performances, but it will not feature pubic hair puns. Or blow job jokes. Or projectile-vomiting gags.
As a movie that attempts to engage a cultural happening actually familiar to its audience, however, it’s tough to do better than this newest creation from director (and Judd Apatow collaborator) John Hamburg. Paint-by-numbers...
