I had high expectations for the movie, but when I left the theatre I felt...nothing, really. I was so ambivalent about this film that I couldn't even muster disappointment. Ben Stiller played the moody, neurotic, narcissistic has-been to such levels of frustration that I had to check out of the story in order to stay present in the theatre. By the end of the film, I didn't feel like he had changed at all, and was upset that his only motivation to do so was the Manic-Pixie-Dream-Girl Florence. A few poignant lines captured (what I perceive to be) the essence of the middle-age psyche, but since it was made for an older audience, I didn't feel like I could appreciate it in the same types of ways.
two and half.
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