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Friendship: A Review – Alas, Poor Yorick

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My Rating: 2 out of 5 stars

My Recommendation: SKIP IT. A cringe comedy that never coalesces and ends up being more incoherent than funny.

Friendship, written and directed by Andrew DeYoung and starring Tim Robinson and Paul Rudd, is a black comedy about Craig (Robinson), a social oddball who desperately yearns to be best buddies with his cool male neighbor, Austin (Rudd).

Prior to Friendship hitting theatres last May, the word on the street was that this movie was going to be a big hit and would be so enormous that it would resurrect the decidedly dormant genre of film comedy. Hell, there was even talk of Oscar nominations for both Rudd and Robinson.

The insider buzz was pretty intense there for a while…but then the movie came and went with barely a whimper – making no dent in the box office and even lesser impact in the culture. I didn’t even see it in the theatre and only caught it this week now that it’s streaming on HBO Max, or MAX, or whatever the hell they are calling the HBO/Warner Brothers streaming site nowadays.

Friendship had a lot going for it prior to me seeing it. First off, I really like Paul Rudd and think he’s very good at most everything he does. Secondly, I like Tim Robinson and find him to be funny in small servings. Since Rudd and Robinson are the stars of the movie this seemed to be a good formula for me.

Then I saw Friendship…and I must report that it is a terribly frustrating viewing experience.

I must admit up front that there are few moments where I laughed out loud at the film…no small accomplishment. But overall, the movie is, from both a comedy and cinema perspective, both structurally unsound and consistently incoherent.

The film tells the story of Craig, a suburbanite middle manager at a marketing firm, who becomes socially infatuated by his neighbor Austin, who is the weatherman at the local tv station.

Austin is everything Craig wishes he were…handsome, adventurous and charismatic. At first the friendship between Craig and Austin is great…until Craig shows his true awkward colors…then things go awry and fast.

The incoherence of the film is both structural and tonal. For example, for a film like this to work, Craig must be the comedy and Austin needs to be the straight man. But here Rudd, at first, plays Austin like he is his whacky character from Anchorman. Rudd’s performance is much too broad for it to work in this specific role, and it undermines the entirety of the movie.

Robinson’s Craig is essentially saturated in flop-sweat from the jump, and he’s very good at cringe comedy, but an hour and forty minutes of cringe is tough to take even for me, someone who digs cringe comedy.

Other issues persist throughout, like not being clear about the characters. For example…is Austin married? Apparently he is, but that information is withheld for a good period of time and then thrown into the mix well beyond the character’s introduction.

The same is true for Craig’s son…a character that is poorly defined and nothing but intrusive throughout.

Some bits in the film work very well, but others make no sense or fall flat, or both. There are flashes of funny but then there are missed opportunities where a joke or gag is sitting there waiting to be grasped and is left dying on the vine.

I would say that Friendship is in some ways just an extended version of Robinson’s cringe comedy sketch show, I Think You Should Leave, but without the comedic crispness and character commitment. It is reminiscent of two other failed spurned buddy/neighbor comedies…the Jim Carrey vehicle The Cable Guy and John Belushi’s final film, Neighbors.

Ironically, considering that Friendship was in theatres at the time, I spent much of the spring re-watching a bunch of film comedies from the 2000s. I watched Wedding Crashers, 40-Year-Old Virgin, Anchorman, Superbad and Old School, all movies I saw in the theatre during their original release.

These movies are all funny but are also very flawed. Some are too-long, some are poorly pasted together and some are a bit too grating. But despite their flaws they are funny…and they all made money because of it.

Upon my re-watch of these movies, it became clear that the glory days of 2000’s film comedy dominating at the box office are NOT coming back. Part of the reason for that is that it’s just easier to wait to watch a comedy at home than go spend money to see it in the theatre. Comedy is not exactly cinematic so the need to see it on the big screen is no longer there so why not wait to watch at home?

Secondly, our culture has so neutered comedy that it essentially has lost all meaning. All of those movies are centered around the narrative of guys trying to get laid – something that is anathema in our current culture – so much so that it would be deemed predatory to attempt to do such a thing. I mean, if the suffocating limitations placed on comedy today would have been in place back in the 2000’s then we wouldn’t have gotten Wedding Crashers, 40-Year-Old Virgin, Anchorman, Superbad and Old School, because despite being rather broad comedies, their entire premises violate the strict cultural rules by which Hollywood now operates.

Friendship doesn’t violate our current cultural rules, and it also didn’t make any waves, any money, and also didn’t save the film comedy as a genre. Instead, it just highlighted the fact that the genre is dead as a doornail, and nobody is going to raise it from its eternal slumber anytime soon, if ever.

Ultimately, Friendship is a benign, at times mildly amusing, rather tepid comedy that overall is much more miss than it is hit. It’s the type of movie you watch at home without actually watching it. It is, at best, background noise.

Truth is, if you’re looking for a mild chuckle, you’d be much better served just streaming an episode or two of I Think You Need to Leave than sitting down and enduring the relentless sub-mediocrity that is Friendship for an hour and forty minutes.

©2025

No Hard Feelings: A Review - An Impotent Sex Comedy in the Age of Political Correctness

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My Rating: 2 out of 5 stars

My Recommendation: SKIP IT. A sexless sex comedy that fails to be funny.

No Hard Feelings, a much-hyped comedy starring Jennifer Lawrence, hit theaters back on June 23rd, but I, like most people, didn’t trek out to the theatres to see it then. But it is now available on Netflix and I finally got a chance to check it out.

The film tells the tale of Maddie Barker (Lawrence), a 32-year-old working class Uber driver and bartender living amongst wealthy elites in her hometown of Montauk in the Hamptons.

Maddie lives in a modest home in the otherwise tony Hamptons left to her by her mother when she died. Despite her house being paid off, Maddie cannot afford the local property taxes and must hustle to make ends meet. The town repossesses her car due to unpaid taxes and therefore Maddie is unable to do her Uber side hustle and faces the loss of her home.

She then stumbles upon an ad placed by a wealthy couple who want to socialize their helicopter-parented, nerdy, shy, reclusive 18-year-old son Percy (Andrew Barth Feldman) for the summer before he goes off to Princeton. In return for Maddie “dating” their son they will give her a used Buick Regal…as long as Percy never finds out about the arrangement.

The deal is made and then comedy is supposed to happen but never really does.

No Hard Feelings, which is written and directed by Gene Stupinsky, a writer/director/producer of the American version of The Office, was supposed to be a glorious renaissance for the raunchy comedies of the first decade of the 21st Century – like 40-Year-Old Virgin and Wedding Crashers. Unfortunately, the renaissance of raunchy comedy will have to wait as No Hard Feelings falls as flat as a shit pancake and never even manages to muster a minimal chuckle.

The film’s comedic beats are all a bit off and never land with any rhythm or power. Stupinsky’s direction is shoddy as performances are uneven and many scenes feature continuity errors that speak to a less than sturdy hand at the directing wheel.

Stupinsky’s script is even worse than his direction as a big part of the reason why the film stumbles from sub-par scene to sub-par scene is that the story is unnecessarily complicated.

For instance, the twists and turns of Maddie needing to get a car so she can then work as an Uber driver in order to earn enough to pay off her taxes, is convoluted and dilutes any narrative momentum. Why not just simplify and say Maddie needs $20,000 to pay off her taxes and these rich parents will pay her that to date their teenage son? That approach would streamline the story and allow the characters and their relationship to develop instead of wasting time setting up a premise that doesn’t work.

As charming as Jennifer Lawrence can sometimes be, and she can be extremely charming at times, her performance here is an unruly mess that never coalesces.

For example, Lawrence does a very courageous full frontal nude scene in the film that is played entirely for laughs, but it’s so poorly executed and so tonally and narratively obtuse that it just feels uncomfortably stupid instead of ballsy and bold…and I say that as someone who wholly encourages Jennifer Lawrence, and any actress really, to do as many full-frontal nude scenes as possible. Needless to say, this particular full-frontal nude scene isn’t even remotely funny, never mind the least bit titillating.

Andrew Barth Feldman plays the neurotic Percy and is as charismatic and interesting as a stray tumbleweed. Feldman brings no inner life to his character and so Percy is just a walking, lifeless prop who loiters on screen. To call Feldman’s performance flimsy would be generous.

Percy’s parents are played by Laura Benanti and a ghastly looking Matthew Broderick. Benanti is quite good in the small role as the overbearing, self-conscious mother. Broderick, on the other hand, looks like he ate two Ferris Buellers and is auditioning for the role of the corpse in a stage revival of Weekend at Bernie’s at a dinner theatre just off the interstate in Dayton, Ohio.

Broderick is a perfect example of Stupinsky’s weakness as a director, as his line readings are so flat that he monotonously misses the rhythm and beat of every joke in every scene.

No Hard Feelings was hyped quite a bit back in June when it hit theatres, as it was held up as a sort of rebirth of the raunchy sex comedy but from a female perspective. This approach was novel but ultimately fell short of expectations as the film only made $87 million on a $45 million budget.

Of course, if No Hard Feelings had switched the genders and had a 32-year-old man trying to bang a nerdy 18-year-old girl, it may have created a nuclear meltdown and caused its creators to be sent to the gulag by woke culture warrior Torquemadas for atomic levels of toxic masculinity and cultural problematicity.

The truth is that the traits that made 40-Year-Old Virgin and Wedding Crashers funny, and remarkably successful and popular, namely their raunchy, risqué and randy nature, are verboten in our painfully tight-assed current culture. And so, when a film like No Hard Feelings comes along and tries to emulate that previous era’s comedic tone, but only within very stringent creative and comedic, politically correct limits, it’s neutered before it starts and stands barely a chance to be successful on any level, be it creatively, comedically or financially.

No Hard Feelings is aware of the woke hurdle it must overcome and even tries to chide the suffocating political correctness of this era in a sequence at a high school party, but it, like every other sequence in the film, falls flat and feels decidedly flaccid.

The ceiling for No Hard Feelings was that it could’ve been mildly amusing…but it needed the script to be sharper and the direction to be more precise for that to happen as it would’ve given a chance for Jennifer Lawrence to shine. But the egregious limitations of our current cultural age upon comedy, and the glaring skill and talent limitations of Gene Stupinsky as a writer/director, scuttled the possibility of No Hard Feelings being even average before it ever got going.

If you missed No Hard Feelings back when it was in theatres in June, you dodged a bullet. The truth is No Hard Feelings is too bland and dull to even elicit hard feelings from me…only indifference. This movie represents much of what is wrong with the current state of film comedies…so trust me when I tell you there’s no need to waste your time on this sub-par, unfunny, toothless comedy.

©2023