I Love You Too - 2010
Written by Peter Helliar
Directed by Daina Reed
I have watched and enjoyed no small number of movies about developmentally arrested and emotionally stunted men who, by the grace of a love well beyond their deserving, manage to grow up ju-u-ust enough to hold onto women far better than them. It's pretty much the foundation of much of what we consider "guy comedies" or "romantic comedies you can get your selfish-ass boyfriend to go to." The Tao of Steve is still an independent classic, as far as I'm concerned. Kevin Smith, of course, has built a fairly successful career on this premise. Judd Apatow has created or backed several of the pillars of the sub-genre, but even has been growing out of it.
And I think maybe I just did too.
I don't know if it's just that the tropes of the sub-genre are starting to wear thin for me, or if I Love You Too just played them so ham-handedly that I'm kind of put-off by the whole idea in general -- sort of the way that it can take a long time before you can eat a certain food again after throwing it up.
Push finally comes to shove when Alice allows the lives of others to raise the question of "where this is going" with Jim, and Jim can't even say that he loves her. She dumps him on his birthday which, I guess is supposed to make us feel badly for him, but he totally deserved. So Jim goes on a bender with waiting-in-the-wings-man, Blake. Deeply intoxicated, Jim decides to "borrow" a car but can't get his head together enough to get it out of parallel parking. Before he passes out, he finds a letter in the car, and reads it.
If "the unexamined life is not worth living" what makes it worth watching?
Everyone else sucked as human beings. I hated them almost as much as the end of the movie hated its viewers. Jim does the ABSOLUTE LEAST he can do, and Alice falls for it. Jim's hard-to-take wing man Blake hooks up with Alice's hard-to-take wing woman because yes, it's THAT lazy. And the ONE good guy suddenly drops dead as soon as he's no longer advancing the loser moron's narrative. It's hard to even conceive that the same screenwriter who created Charlie and put him in a movie would have come up with all these other horrible people. One would have to hide out beneath the bleachers during a workshop about constipation at a nudist colony to find this many useless assholes in one place.
Yes, some -- some -- of the funny parts were funny. No, that didn't make this bullshit sandwich any more palatable.