2011
117 minutes
rated PG-13
Stupid, Crazy Love is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Despite its pedigreed cast and the directing team of Dan Fogelman and John Requa (the very good I Love You Phillip Morris), Stupid, Crazy Love is written and performed like a sub-par sitcom. Despite its promise of adult comedy and genuine insight into love, family, and relationships, it comes off as a shockingly moronic and simplistic fable penned by people who apparently have no experience with real relationships. Every moment of genuine pathos and earned drama is followed or undercut by a ghastly contrivance. It treats women solely as conquests, either as casual one-off hook-ups or as prizes to be won. In terms of teaching its audience how how to deal with the people in our lives, it is far more insidious than the Twilight films, since the supernatural romance is hardly subtle about its disconcerting undertones. Like the loathsome Enchanted, Crazy, Stupid Love hides its regressive and boneheaded notions of love and romance under a guise of progressive maturity and thoughtfulness. I do not yet know whether it is the worst film of 2011. But it surely contains more awful moments than any film I've seen this year.
