Random Movie Review: “Crazy, Stupid, Love”

randomlychad  —  August 1, 2011 — 6 Comments

So, this past weekend, Jon Acuff hosted his first ever Quitter Conference (based on his book of the same name). Aside from having a serious case of “Quitter envy,” my weekend was a pretty good one. In fact, I drowned said envy (wherein I compare my beginning to some more successful soul’s middle) the watching of films.

'Steve Carrell, Get Smart' photo (c) 2007, TV Squad Julia - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

On Friday evening, my wife and I had our first date night in sometime, and saw the new Steve Carrell movie, Crazy, Stupid, Love. From the trailers, it appeared to be “yet another romantic comedy,” of which men, if you’re married (or soon to be married), you are contractually obligated to see a certain number of. (This number to be determined by your spouse/significant other).

It ended up being much more than this. If you were pointing a gun at my head, yelling me I had to nail it down, I would have to day that Crazy, Stupid, Love is like nothing so much as Tyler Perry for white people. All the best of Tyler Perry–without the egregious absurdities (apologies to Tyler Perry fans).

What I mean is that the film–like life itself–is a dramedy. Not always funny, not always serious, but likely somewhere in-between.

The filmmakers and actors balance this tension well.

In other words, It was mostly crazy, stupid–yet poignant–fun. Despite having some objections to the content, it was indeed a well-done film. No one can quite bring the gravitas to the lovable loser the way Carrell can (and turn right around and balance this with the laughs). He truly is an Everyman (in the best sense of the word).

(One thing that gave me a serious case of the chuckles is that I, right down to the white tennis shoes, dress just like pre-makeover Cal (Carrell’s character). Must be a middle aged guy thing. Practical, affordable, comfortable. Just like the Gap! (For the record, I do own a “fanny pack”–but I don’t use it).

I hesitate to take a lesson from the film, but the actions the characters take prove the axiom I learned in recovery: “Hurting people hurt people.” True in movies, true in life.

In fact, I defy anyone, after having seen the movie, to walk out without thinking–at least once–there but for the grace of God go I.

Life has a way–if we let–of wearing us down, blurring that fine line between love and hate. And it’s a frightening place to be.

How about you? Have you seen Crazy, Stupid, Love? Did you see anything else this past weekend? Why do we always seem to hurt the ones we love?




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