A gentle, generous confrontation between fan and artist, and between a past full of regret and the possibility of a happier future, made warm and human by the terrific central performances. An instant new comfort movie.
Relentlessly dull. A tour of a strange world and “characters” little more than their “peculiar” abilities isn’t enough to whip up fantastical excitement.
Pretty much strictly for fans of Ben Foster and Chris O’Dowd, who are both superb here. Probably not for fans of Lance Armstrong (if he still has any left).
The cast is game, and hit the right notes balancing cartoonishness and charm. As sitcom rom-coms go, it’s far from the worst one ever offered to us.
Or maybe with wry black dramedy.
Actual unretouched phrases that people plugged into search engines this week that led them to this site (with some commentary from me)…
Anchor Bay has responded with a fairly lame apology.
You’ve seen this story before, but never pulled off with so much joie de vivre.
Trying to figure what is the most offensive thing about this accidental mashup of 70s Woody Allen and Sex and the City…
Apparently like Knocked Up, only the pregnancy wasn’t an accident…