You, Me and Dupree

You, Me and Dupree

1.0 out of 51.0 out of 51.0 out of 51.0 out of 5 1.0

Comments Comments (0)

The most clever aspect of You, Me and Dupree is its rhyming title—after that, it’s one long, steep decline into suffering. Destined to be forgotten by the end of its opening weekend (at the absolute latest), Anthony and Joe Russo’s slapdash three’s-a-crowd clunker is the most exasperating type of cinematic blunt instrument, exemplifying the depressing Hollywood paradigm that likeable (if apathetic) stars, a stale (yet recognizable) premise, and one climactically cheesy Coldplay song are all that’s necessary to fill summertime movie theater seats. That it has neither a novel nor exceptional thought in its hackneyed head seems to have persuaded no one associated with the project to abandon ship, but a desire to flee is the main reaction elicited from this clumsy “comedy,” which takes advantage of its concept—newlyweds Carl (Matt Dillon) and Molly Peterson (Kate Hudson) have their lives disrupted after Carl’s jobless and homeless best buddy Dupree (Owen Wilson) begins staying at their house—for pitifully unfunny farce. Dupree, a stunted adolescent slacker with a heart of gold and a way with kids, burns down the Peterson’s living room. Dupree interrupts Carl and Molly having sex in order to stink up their bathroom. Dupree gets caught masturbating to Carl’s secret stash of porn. Dupree unintentionally gets an Asian kid beaten up for being unathletic. The list goes on but the laughs never materialize, every scene and every character—including Wilson’s Dupree, whose halfhearted hipster doofus routine isn’t nearly wacky enough to hang 108 minutes on—primarily envisioned with commercial-ready witticisms in mind. While Dupree makes an unlovable ass of himself, the one-dimensional Carl and Molly alternate between acting smitten with each other and infuriated at their pesky friend, with Hudson reduced to smiling brightly and prancing about in skimpy underwear and Dillon left to express Crash-ish sentiments regarding the poetry-writing Dupree being a “homo.” It’s a flat, feeble film that, as a compendium of lethargic tropes focused around middle-class dolts learning valuable life lessons from an unwelcome loafer, is ultimately a lot like Sinbad’s Houseguest. Only worse.

Buy
DVD | Soundtrack
Distributor
Universal Pictures
Runtime
110 min
Rating
PG-13
Year
2006
Director
Anthony, Joe Russo
Screenwriter
Mike LeSieur
Cast
Owen Wilson, Matt Dillon, Kate Hudson, Michael Douglas, Seth Rogen