This 2011 movie written, produced and directed by Jennifer Westfeldt is about a group of shallow, sex-obsessed Manhattan Yuppies who start having children. I’m going to discuss the full plot in some detail, so if you don’t want the ending spoiled, you probably shouldn’t read this review. On the other hand, the story is quite predictable and if you haven’t figured out the entire plot in the first five minutes, then all cylinders aren’t firing anyway.
Jason (Adam Scott) and Julie (Westfeldt), are both well-paid professionals in their mid-30s. Best friends for many years, they live in the same building in Manhattan and have long telephone conversations usually involving a choice between grisly ways to die. Julie asks Ben if he’d rather die a long, painful death by cancer or to see a loved one die the same way. Ben chooses to watch the loved one die because he would still be alive.
They gather regularly with married friends Alex (Chris O’Dowd) and Missy (Kristen Wiig), who are obsessed with having sex, and Ben (Jon Hamm) and Leslie (Maya Rudolph). Not interested in each other Jason and Julie continually seek their own romantic relationships, the success measured in sexual happiness. Their friends have children, but they continue to seek permanent mates themselves until one evening they decide to have a child of their own. Seeing the misery that their friends have experienced, they decide that they can raise a child and still search for their own soul-mates.
While Ben and Leslie manage to make their marriage work, Alex and Missy’s relationship falls apart, further evidence that they’ve made the right decision. As time passes, Jason becomes involved with a dancer, Mary Jane (Megan Fox), while Julie finds Mr. Right in the form of Kurt (Edward Burns). When Alex gets drunk at a New Years skiing getaway for the eight of them, he comes down hard on Jason and Julie for not thinking through the effect their decision will have on their child. Jason strongly defends the decision, declaring how much they love each other and how much they love their little boy.
Taking this to heart, Julie realizes that she really does love Jason more than Kurt. When they get together to celebrate her birthday, she tells him how she feels, but Jason recoils, explaining that he loves her as a friend and is already in a deep relationship with Mary Jane. Julie decides to move to Brooklyn to get away from him. Both of their relationships end and Jason then realizes that he actually loves Julie, too. It ends with him telling her that he’s changed his mind: he’d rather die himself than to watch her die of cancer. She is reluctant at first to accept this change of heart, but when he promises great sex, she changes her mind.
There are moments in this movie that ring true and come close to being genuinely touching, but the predictability of the plot makes it very hard to become attached to story. The characters are genuinely shallow. Self-obsessed relationship-junkies who have probably never had an original thought in their lives, their elevation of sex to the be-all and end-all of human love comes across as pathetic and self-serving.
Maybe this is the present or the future of American ideals, but I sure hope not. One can admire Westfeldt for her hard work in doing the project, but I really wish she had taken the time to put some thought into it. I can’t really recommend this movie to anyone.