(2011)
Likeable, but most memorable for the large one who farts and interjects at inappropriate moments (so a female Zach Galifianakis, then). Run-of-the-mill mediocre Judd Apatow chuckles, but thankfully without Seth "Why, God?" Rogen.
To be fair, Kristen Wiig has proper comedy chops, and I can't help but think Chris O'Dowd has sold his soul to eternal mediocrity by making his bed with his transatlantic cousins.
It is quite funny in places, but it's also all so godawful predictable (and, despite Wiig's name on the writing credits, pretty much substitutable with any of the overgrown adolescent guy movies Apatow is so fond of).
To be fair, Kristen Wiig has proper comedy chops, and I can't help but think Chris O'Dowd has sold his soul to eternal mediocrity by making his bed with his transatlantic cousins.
It is quite funny in places, but it's also all so godawful predictable (and, despite Wiig's name on the writing credits, pretty much substitutable with any of the overgrown adolescent guy movies Apatow is so fond of).
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