The story starts with some promising comments on the fate of husbands at the hands of their wives, but it endlessly repeats the old Jewish joke on this issue (that husbands -- even those who do well at work -- are brow-beaten at home. You know the kind of thing: 'Why do all Jewish husbands die before their wives? Answer: Because they want to.'). And as the plot develops this theme becomes increasingly tiresome, boring and, indeed, nasty, until you begin to yawn when each predictable scene follows another: nagging wife, misunderstood husband; men are from Mars, women from Venus; etc. etc. And then the soppy ending you saw coming after the first five minutes. I'd give it 'One' star but maybe it deserves three if only for some of the acting and editing.
Review of My Man Is a Loser
