Once again, like Our Idiot Brother, Paul Rudd is the heart (and laughs) of a mediocre comedy. Rudd, one of my favorite actors, who I will eternally believe is a sweet muffinhead despite any evidence to the contrary, does what he can with the material. He gives a pep talk to himself in the mirror that provides the only belly laughs I had the entire film and proves he is willing to completely embarrassing himself on screen. Too bad the rest of the gags fall short in director David Wain’s newest film, despite his resume of Wet Hot American Summer, Role Models, and The State.
To begin, I have to get this off my chest: I love Paul Rudd. I have loved Paul Rudd since Clueless when he somehow looked the same age as he does now. Man never ages! He’s like an adorable sweet puppy, who also happens to be really funny. And it is this “Paul Ruddiness” of the main character Ned that essentially carries Our Idiot Brother, despite a first-rate supporting cast of Emily Mortimer (more please!), Elizabeth Banks, and Zooey Deschanal as the sisters to Rudd’s titular idiot brother.