what does that tell you about yourself. That is I think what this movie is trying to tell us. But this is not what it tells us at all.
Two couples and two singles constantly talk about their relationships with the other sex and the same sex as well. This is all well and fine, but Labute just takes it a tad too far. The talking in this movie suffocates any plot from developing and subsequently smothers the entire movie.
The acting is all above average. Keener is good as the girlfriend turning dyke overnight and Brenneman is fine as the wife who has a little affair with Keener's boyfriend. Jason Patric is just too obnoxious to watch and be convincing. Eckhart does not show a glimpse of the talent he displayed in the role he performed in Labute's former picture In The Company Of Men (1997). And Kinski is there just for show, she contributes just nearly nothing to the story. Then there is Stiller who, wearing an absolutely hideous goatee, is just pathetic in this role, I could not stand his whining about everything.
This movie cannot stand in the shadow of the incredibly biting satire In The Company Of Men (ITCOM). It is never fair to compare a second movie with a debut, but I have to do it here. The talking in ITCOM was for a purpose, you had to have a stomach for it, but it was all for a cause: gives these characters a way to express their maleness and feel like they amount to something. In YF&N the characters seem to be constantly talking about nothing, nothing, nothing and nothing.
The production values were okay, nothing that really jumped off the screen at me. This is mediocre attempt by Labute to rehash his first feature. I would say better luck next time, but Nurse Betty wasn't that good either. It's incredible that people can be this much obsessed with sex at all.
6/10
Two couples and two singles constantly talk about their relationships with the other sex and the same sex as well. This is all well and fine, but Labute just takes it a tad too far. The talking in this movie suffocates any plot from developing and subsequently smothers the entire movie.
The acting is all above average. Keener is good as the girlfriend turning dyke overnight and Brenneman is fine as the wife who has a little affair with Keener's boyfriend. Jason Patric is just too obnoxious to watch and be convincing. Eckhart does not show a glimpse of the talent he displayed in the role he performed in Labute's former picture In The Company Of Men (1997). And Kinski is there just for show, she contributes just nearly nothing to the story. Then there is Stiller who, wearing an absolutely hideous goatee, is just pathetic in this role, I could not stand his whining about everything.
This movie cannot stand in the shadow of the incredibly biting satire In The Company Of Men (ITCOM). It is never fair to compare a second movie with a debut, but I have to do it here. The talking in ITCOM was for a purpose, you had to have a stomach for it, but it was all for a cause: gives these characters a way to express their maleness and feel like they amount to something. In YF&N the characters seem to be constantly talking about nothing, nothing, nothing and nothing.
The production values were okay, nothing that really jumped off the screen at me. This is mediocre attempt by Labute to rehash his first feature. I would say better luck next time, but Nurse Betty wasn't that good either. It's incredible that people can be this much obsessed with sex at all.
6/10