You, Me and Dupree
directed by Anthony and Joe Russo, 2006.
I have HBO free for a month, so I get to watch stupid movies guilt-free. You, Me and Dupree is one of them.
The marketing for this movie was rather disingenuous. From the previews, I was expecting just another stupid low-brow comedy. You know, slapstick and poop jokes and the like. It did end up having these things…for the first act. And the first act was sort of funny, but after Molly’s (Kate Hudson) inexplicable character transformation, the flick spiraled into a sappy almost-drama.
Carl’s (Matt Dillon) already thin character stretched himself even thinner, so that he came across like a puff of taut smoke. I couldn’t care less whether he worked it out with his girl, and I couldn’t understand why he suddenly turned from loyal buddy to emotionally distant asshole.
The only two things about that film that I really enjoyed were Dupree’s (Owen Wilson; always a fave) fascination with Lance Armstrong and Michael Douglas onscreen presence.
Sometimes, it makes you feel really good knowing you didn’t pay to see something.
