Lots of pretty people delivering razor sharp comedy atop an idiotic premise makes for a very good movie. The central conceit of Our Idiot Brother – Paul Rudd’s absurdly guileless fool, a.k.a. the Idiot Brother – gets just this side of tedious however. Fortunately the whole thing is more than a little funny.
Rudd is joined by countless hot chicks. Thus OIB entices guys and gals alike, the latter for the comedy’s feminine sensibility, the former for the beauties delivering it, everyone for the LOLs.
The last time a large hot cast got together like this was Valentine’s Day. OK, that’s a low bar. Still OIB is a whole lot funnier and a whole lot less lame, notwithstanding its idiotic premise.
Random Note: Enter “My Id” in Wikipedia. Up comes Our Idiot Brother. Psychotherapy seems in order.
Countless hot chicks? Well, for starters there’s Rudd’s three sisters, a tasty trio. Then there’s his ex-gf, an earthmother who looks great in a denim skirt. Plus there’s Rashida Jones’ butch girlfriend, Janet Montgomery’s beautiful British heiress, some ballerinas, some party girls… Countless? Bountiful.
Just checkout two examples from the premiere photos – Zooey Deschanel knows how to be a movie-star, in terms of eye makeup alone; Janet Montgomery smolders.
Rudd barely stretches to play a character even nicer than his usual nice guys. Sort of a toned down version of Steve Carell’s performance in Dinner for Schmucks, a comedy where Rudd played the straightman. Even though he plays an idiot here, he heeds Robert Downey’s advice from Tropic Thunder by not going all in.
His sisters are more interesting than his character. The younger two – Elizabeth Banks and Zooey Deschanel – accuse the eldest – Emily Mortimer – of once being the hottest, mostly on account of having the biggest boobs, giving a sense of the Girls Talk comedy.
Other notables:
The film could be subtitled “Peretz Family Follies,” with Jesse Peretz directing a script written by his sister Evgenia Peretz and her husband David Schisgall. Following the maxim to write about what you know, Evgenia wrote for Vanity Fair magazine, as does Elizabeth Banks’ character. David Schisgall is a documentary filmmaker focused on prostitution. The eldest sister’s husband in the film is a documentary filmmaker, while another character has a charity aiding sex workers.
The children of Lefty intellectual Martin Peretz, Jesse and Evgenia clearly know that which they channel on screen. Their film serves as a guided tour through comfortable Left Wing America, where wealth is divorced from commerce. Full of mellow seekers and odd juxtapositions of acceptance and judgmentalism, the characters are missing only Obama ’08 buttons to be perfectly drawn.
Wise choice to have Willie Nelson suffuse the goings on, in canine form and with three lesser known gems from his canon. The dog gives the movie a Meet Cute ending to remember. Classic.
As R-rated comedies go these days, this one isn’t Hard R. That said, everything goes in the milieu of the movie’s urban sophisticates.
Regarding BigdaddyDave’s Review
“Ironically, Ned is never seen under the influence of drugs.” Good catch.
Regarding BrianSez’s Review
“Some slapstick may have been in order.” Good observation.