REVIEW: This Is 40


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This Is 40, Judd Apatow’s new semi-sequel to Knocked Up, continues the filmmaker’s trend of focusing on immature adults who refuse to accept responsibility for their actions. However, it’s clear he’s running out of new ways to address the subject. Not necessarily a bad thing on its own – all writers and directors need to step out of their comfort zones – but it’s certainly troublesome when combined with the fact that Apatow’s idea of financial struggles will be downright laughable for people living in the real world.
 
The guy who made Funny People obviously isn’t known for his brevity, but somehow his latest manages to say even less about its characters in a large amount of time. The comedic drama clocks in at 134 minutes, but feels even longer due to meandering scenes and unnecessary subplots. Days later, I’m trying to figure out why a story about a bickering married couple needs to have the same running time as Zero Dark Thirty, which covers the decade-long search for Osama bin Laden in minute detail.

That doesn’t make This Is 40 a bad movie; it just has misplaced priorities. The story reintroduces viewers to Debbie (Leslie Mann, Apatow’s wife) and Pete (Paul Rudd), the sister and brother-in-law of Katherine Heigl’s character in Knocked Up, taking a close look at every aspect of their lives as they both turn the big 4-0. And I mean EVERY aspect.

It examines their marriage and if they are successfully raising their children (Maude and Iris Apatow, the director’s kids). It delves into their strained relationships with their fathers (Albert Brooks and John Lithgow, spot-on casting).

The flick also spends a lot of time on the couple’s failing businesses. Pete’s indie record label is about to go under and Debbie suspects one of her clothing boutique employees (either Megan Fox or Charlyne Yi) has embezzled $12,000. Throw in the fact that Pete has secretly given his dad $80,000 over the last few years and it’s clear why the couple is struggling financially.

What isn’t readily apparent is why the audience should feel sympathy for Pete and Debbie. The film establishes the family’s financial problems will be instantly solved by selling their luxurious Los Angeles home – a buyer is already interested – and settling for something more affordable. (Keeping in mind their version of “affordable” is more money than most of us will see in a lifetime.)

Pete refuses the idea outright and decides to keep Debbie in the dark instead. Brilliant. Then the audience is subjected to scene after scene involving getaways to upscale resorts, lunches in exclusive restaurants and trips in the family Lexus with every passenger tinkering on their own iPad. Forgive me if I don’t feel bad for Pete as he weeps in his car, BMW hood ornament prominently displayed in the frame.

I know the previous paragraphs make it sound like I hated the movie, which couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, I found myself laughing hysterically numerous times thanks to the cast’s exceptional comedic skills. Rudd and Mann are terrific as always, deftly transitioning back and forth between funny and serious. I just don’t think the narrative needs the whiplash-inducing tonal shifts.

Maude and Iris Apatow are also gifted comediennes – it’s in their genes, I suppose – and don’t possess any of the annoying affectations typically found in child actors. Even minor roles are played by hilarious performers, particularly Robert Smigel, Jason Segal, Chris O’Dowd and Melissa McCarthy. I just wish they had more to do. Since this is an Apatow flick, I’m guessing they’ll all appear in hours of deleted scenes on the eventual Blu-Ray.

Married couples in the audience will no doubt laugh and cringe in equal measure at their own faults playing out on a giant screen in front of them. My wife and I have had so many of Pete and Debbie’s arguments that I stopped keeping count after a while. It’s extremely realistic in that regard.

I just wish that Apatow didn’t interpret his final cut approval to mean that longer equals better. There is a fantastic movie buried somewhere within This Is 40. But that flick is probably closer to 100 minutes than two and a half hours.

This Is 40 is rated R for sexual content, crude humor, pervasive language and some drug material.

Grade: B-

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