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Crazy, Stupid, Love isn't quite crazy enough

In the first scene of Crazy, Stupid, Love., Emily (Julianne Moore) tells Cal (Steve Carell), her high-school sweetheart and husband of twenty-plus years, that she wants a divorce. She goes on to mention that she had an affair with a co-worker named Dave Lindhagen (Kevin Bacon), at which point Cal tells her that he's heard enough. (He's not kidding: By the time Cal makes it to the bar that night, the name "Dave Lindhagen" will have become a kind of negative mantra for him.) But Emily can't stop talking. "I think I'm having a mid-life crisis," she confesses a couple of scenes later, when the now-estranged couple meet again. "Can women even have midlife crises? In the movies, it's always men."

And in this movie, too. Would that an actress of Julianne Moore's age and talent get a chance to explore an identity crisis in a real way in a venue other than Showtime, but whatever Emily may be going through, it's swiftly pushed to the background. Following Friends With Benefits as the second romantic comedy in as many weeks to ostentatiously point up its awareness of romantic-comedy cliché several times over the course of a narrative which ultimately validates far more of those clichés than it deflates, here Crazy, Stupid, Love. makes the mistake of suggesting a path untrod by films of its genre only to deliver a scramble of the romantic-comedic familiar. Directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa were last seen as the auteurs of I Love You Phillip Morris, one of the smartest comedies in recent years and quite possibly the best gay-relationship film ever made featuring Hollywood stars. Crazy, Stupid, Love. isn't nearly as groundbreaking, but its love-positive dramedy is notably big-hearted and enlivened by the work of a few good actors.

So Moore recedes, popping up mostly as a foil to Cal's effort to Regain His Manhood via new clothes and anonymous sex. He takes tutoring in both fields from Jacob (Ryan Gosling), a hard-bodied, harder-hearted player who is moved to Change His Ways when he falls for Hannah (Emma Stone), a stunning lady neurotic/law student whose Focus On Career has left her lacking a satisfying romantic life. In a less-successfully integrated story thread, Cal's thirteen-year-old son nurses an obsessive crush on his seventeen-year-old babysitter, who in turn only has eyes for forty-something Cal — a roundelay whose bawdy sentimentality feels airlifted from a John Hughes movie.

Steve Carrell and Julianne Moore are in Crazy, Stupid, Love.
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Steve Carrell and Julianne Moore are in Crazy, Stupid, Love.

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Directed by Glenn Ficarra and John Requa. Written by Dan Fogelman. Starring Steve Carell, Ryan Gosling, Julianne Moore, Emma Stone and Kevin Bacon.

Carell and Gosling, each willing to take their characters to the point of caricature in order to find the truth in them, have a nicely barbed chemistry together, never more convincing than in the scene, indicative of Crazy's treatment of cinematic tropes, in which they establish their pupil-mentor relationship. Strangers negotiating in a bar, they use gangster-film lingo ("Maybe you remind me of somebody. You in or you out?") to cement a bond whose first destination is necessarily a shopping montage.

Carell's film choices as far back as The 40-Year-Old Virgin suggest a tendency toward middle-aged, Everynerd romantic leads — the unlikely love interest who spends an entire film proving his charms — but here, he's given a realistically complicated person to play. As Gosling's character puts it, he has "kind eyes and a good head of hair," both of which go a long way toward boosting the credibility of a character who bounces between oblivious dad, hopeless romantic and calculating lothario. In contrast to Carell's contrived transformation into romantic hero, Gosling is treated like an ingenue, with the directors building an entire scene around the awesome spectacle of his rock-hard midsection, giving his ass and hulking muscles their own key light in a sex scene in which his partner is mostly in shadow.

Dan Fogelman's script is snappy, if too proudly referential (it's hard to say if a motif involving the use of Dirty Dancing as a seduction tool was outright stolen from last year's French rom-com Heartbreaker or if the similarity is mere coincidence). The film is more interesting at its least cute; in its second half, the dialogue seems looser, less bound to punchlines. Characters who previously talked over one another, too deep in their own heads to actually have an exchange, slow down and start to listen. Shooting on grainy, high-speed film stock with an often hand-held camera, working with a suite of actors who are game to both play light and silly and dig deep, Ficarra and Requa lend a naturalism to highly contrived, patently absurd situations.

Spoiler alert: There are two plot twists, neither of which seem particularly necessary, but I have to admit that I saw neither coming. That's the thing about movie clichés: as eager as filmmakers seem to be to show that they know the jig is up, sometimes that shit just works.

 
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