The film allows the scion of one of Hollywood’s most notable families to interrogate her relationship with celebrity in self-aware fashion.
It’s content to be the sort of film parents can throw on an iPad to ensure 90 minutes’ worth of relative peace and quiet away from their antic children.
Its messy pile-up of comic diversions can be exhilarating in the moment—the chaos of an id given free rein.
By the time a blackmailing plot is introduced, the film seems to be surviving solely on the fumes of curse words and frequent shots of Jason Segal and Cameron Diaz’s backsides.
It’s chaotic but ultimately focused, bound by an intense devotion to disassembling genre and narrative standards.
The generous heaping of extras rightfully focus on the inventive comedic spirit of the film.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Typical extras, yes, but this is a strong transfer of an unusually humane American comedy that’s well worth owning.
It deftly navigates the ins and outs of platonic-pal sentimentality while reveling in the sublime pleasures of gross-out nastiness.