Crazy, Stupid, Love.: directed by Glenn Ficarra and John Requa; written by Dan Fogelman
There’s a climatic in Crazy, Stupid, Love when all the major characters end up in a showdown of sorts. It depends on two gags – the first an awkward, and vaguely uncomfortable, attempt at a teenage girl attempting a seduction and the second on a revelation that shifts the relationship between two of the characters. It’s the point in the movie when my sister, who I watched it with, turns to me and says, “This movie is ridiculous”. And, even amidst the well intended charm the film hopes to evoke I couldn’t help but agree with her.
(Really, though, the big reveal about a certain someone’s praternity is especially limp. Not only would it have been a random inclusion of a certain if it were not so, the hair was dead giveaway. I’m actually a bit surprised that Jacob didn’t end up being the son of David Linderhagen. They seemed like doppelgangers in some scenes. )