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I Love You, Man (2/10)

by Tony Medley

Runtime 105 minutes.

The first 80 minutes of this is as excruciatingly horrible as I had anticipated. Peter Klaven (Paul Rudd) is getting married. His fiancť, Zooey (Rashida Jones) has a lot of girl friends with whom she shares her intimacies. Peter has no male friends, so he tries to find one. He finally comes across Sydney Fife (Jason Segel). So the first 80 minutes consists of producer-director-writer (with Larry Levin) John Hamburg establishing, first, that Peter is a schlemiel, and, second, showing Peter and Sydney molding a relationship.

This is just what we need; another ignorant, anti-male diatribe that stigmatizes ďreal menĒ as boorish dolts, and epicene misfits as the desire. Typical is Barry (Jon Favreau), the husband of one of Zooeyís girl friends, Denise (Jaime Pressley), who is an unsympathetic jerk, as are his poker-playing buddies. But Sydney is equally boorish. He is uncommonly open about everything, including masturbation. He even has a place where he does it and he explains it in detail to Peter, who is nonplussed. I guess we are supposed to think that this is the way all guys are. Take it from me, Iíve been a guy for many years, and they arenít. Guys like Sydney simply donít exist in my milieu. Anybody who acted like Sydney would be shunned, because heís a rude jerk. I donít know who Hamburgís friends are, but the first 80 minutes of this is a fantasy from outer space. As such, it is agony to sit through. Apparently Hamburgís only contact with ďreal menĒ is through beer commercials.

The last 25 minutes are tolerable. I actually became involved in the story when Peter and Sydney started appearing to act like real human beings instead of acting like imbeciles.

This movie tries to popularize a term called ďman-date.Ē Iíve never heard of such a thing. In doing research for this review, however, I discovered that a writer named Jennifer Lee invented it for an article she wrote on April 10, 2005 for the New York Times. This is something where two heterosexual men go out together to see if they want to become friends. As long as Iíve been around, Iíve never come across this before. I get together with friends for lunch often, but Iíve never ever considered something as loony as this. The movie would have you believe that this is the way straight men act. Not.

The dialogue between Peter and the people heís approaching is ludicrous, to give it the best of if. I canít remember squirming more in a movie than I did during the first 80 minutes.

This is such an idiotic fantasy, it should be animated, because it couldnít be more of a cartoon.