I'm really not a fan of movies with Paul Rudd, who always seems to have more fun than us. He plays the star as Ned, our idiot brother, who has three sisters who all have to help him out after a little episode in a criminal record, doing two very inappropriate things: Asking someone to hold onto a wad of bills for him, and accept a request by a uniformed cop to be given some marijuana. A little while later, he has lost what's precious to him, and now, like a baby who's been groomed with the highest quality all his life, has to move back in with his mom and sisters.
He accidentally ruins and disrupts the relationship with the sisters, who are related but are very different, Liz, Natalie, and Miranda. The drama starts to get inside us rather than Ned when he does all these wrong choices. It looks like the director, Jesse Peretz, thinks that swearing and getting caught are good elements. Ned's golden retriever dog is named after a rock star, and one night, he and one of his sisters try to sneak into the house where he's being taken care of, and bring him back home. For a minute, it works, sneaking in through a window. One second, Ned and his dog reunite, then the next, the light turns on, and they had enough time to get out, but Ned lets himself get caught. A few days later, his sisters come and ask for the dog back. The girl of the house doesn't want it, but the man decides to let him go in front of her. Nice of him, except it would've been better if she at least fought against them more physically. During those few days before, Ned had wanted to play Charades with his family, acting mean and impatient. Then there's a reason he wasn't with his sisters before to get the dog back, being somewhere where their little kid had to relay a message, Peretz trying to convince us that swearing from a kid's mouth is shocking and funny, but it's one of the worst things to do in the theatre industry.
It's hard for me to see anyone liking this wretched movie. An electric guitar is cool, and a wooden guitar is lame, unless if there's a song that's catchy and talent and effort is shown in it, like something you can catch my friend Andrew Vallee playing, but pretty much every minute of this movie feels like a song composed with a dusty off-tune guitar by an eighty-year old and sung as a lullaby for the cows at the farm.