David E. Talbert’s film is most affecting in its simpler moments, particularly those revolving around food.
The film deposits its heroine and everyone in the audience looking toward her for image-maintaining guidance back at square one.
That this retrograde “straight talk” managed to emerge on screen as a reasonably genial ensemble comedy speaks to the strength of its performers.
The film is depressing, sub-sitcom fodder that will dull whatever affection you may still harbor for these legendary actors.
Baby Mama confirms that if Tina Fey is in something she didn’t write herself, it just ain’t funny.
Will Ferrell is not in a joking mood throughout much of the run-of-the-mill featurettes available in the disc’s extras department.
There’s a sense that the writers of Weeds are as lazy as their main character, that they understand her as little as she seems to understand herself.