I Love You, Man (John Hamburg, 2009): USA

Reviewed by Kevin Tran. Viewed in theater at Santa Barbara, CA.

Although not particularly hilarious, I Love You, Man is one of the more entertaining films out these days, primarily due to the cult-like fans of Judd Apatow (The 40 Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up). Although Apatow is not credited in this film, his trademarks and DNA are all over I Love You, Man.

This includes Paul Rudd, who usually plays minor characters, but here stars in his first lead role. What makes I Love You, Man so interesting is its plot, which is so simple and silly that the synopsis itself will make you laugh – but not necessarily in a good way.

Peter Klaven (Rudd) is a great boyfriend. He is thoughtful, he is considerate, and he genuinely loves his recent fiancé, Zooey (Rashida Jones). Peter soon realizes that weddings not only require a bride and a groom, but also a best man. Which is somewhat a crisis to him, since he has no male friends.

To find the ideal man-friend, he takes time off from his real-estate job to go on a series of man-dates–a scenario which, while humorous, has been seen before in every date movie; typically, thought, it is our female protagonist is looking for the Mr. Perfect. I guess that’s what makes I Love You, Man’s plot interesting: Peter is also looking for a Mr. Perfect.

Having no friends makes Peter almost less of a man. Who is so effeminate is that his gay brother (Andy Samburg) seems manlier, although being a butch gym trainer helps. However, this is quickly remedied in I Love You, Man with the strong support–both in terms of the plot specifically and overall–of Jason Segal’s portrayal of Sydney Fife.

Sydney is so in touch with his masculinity that he feels no shame walking his tiny dog in swim trunks and Ugg boots. He also has a sweet man-sanctuary with a designated masturbation station. Sydney has Peter screaming under piers, eating junk food, and slapping some bass to Rush, a rock band they both adore. Sydney teaches Peter the ways to become a “dude” and to not be wound up so tight. Segal is undoubtedly the best part of the film. If not him, the character John Hamburg and co-writer Larry Levin wrote together.

The film is funny, but not very memorable. It misses its mark on the “gross factor,” an edge Apatow and fellow laugh-penman, Kevin Smith (Clerks, Zack and Miri Make a Porno) have over a filmmaker like Hamburg. Hamburg does absolutely nothing with the camera and creates an cinematic environment that gives almost too much freedom to his actors, who seems to be improvising at all the wrong times, like when Peter is trying to come up with a cool nickname for Sydney, which he does repeatedly throughout the film.

I Love You, Man is entertaining and puts some interesting spins on gender stereotypes, but it is something that could be enjoyed on a smaller screen at home.


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