By Fred Topel | Image property of Paramount Pictures.
The Heartbreak Kid
The Heartbreak Kid lowers the bar set by Along Came Polly. I can even understand an actor being limited in his choice of material and doing similar things over and over because it's what they pay him for. What's up with the Farrelly Brothers though? They made three of the funniest movies ever in a row, then steadily declined to the point where their last movie didn't have any laughs.
Movie Review: The Heartbreak Kid
Stuck on You was a mess because they tried to be so heartwarming they forgot to be funny. Heartbreak Kid actually tries to be funny again, but now what was once outrageous is common. A father talking about crushing p*ssy, violent sex and a genital prosthetic isn't shocking and without that, it's not funny either.
The characters fail to serve the very premise of the movie anyway. Eddie Cantrow (Ben Stiller) is supposed to be a guy with commitment phobia. His problem isn't commitment. It's that he can't even interact with human beings at all. If he could, he'd have more choices.
The misunderstandings are set up so badly that they are stupid. There is no way any human being could not see how people are misinterpreting these situations. They're cutting out key words. That's not a comedy of errors, it's a bad sitcom.
There were a couple of things that made me laugh. The tits in the hot tub made me laugh. I'm ashamed to say that the queef made me laugh, because Malin Akerman is so cute about it. But I should not be laughing at queef jokes. I'm better than that.
The majority of the film consists of childish gay jokes and standard vacation peril. Supporting actors do their best. Rob Corddry is his usual endearingly oblivious self. Carlos Mencia does his stereotypical persona. Akerman acts her heart out to no avail because it's just not outrageous enough. At least there's some nudity.