It’s a little disturbing that Brooks’s Oscar-winning comedy should get what amounts to a home-video brush-off.
Our Idiot Brother is likable enough, but you don’t really need to see it.
If the film clearly courts Gump-ian territory, its pattern finally bears a stronger resemblance to Teorema.
Its dopey, privileged-set fantasy winds up as obvious as crawling through Keanu Reeves’s open window.
No gay jokes, but the fat and ugly get thrown under the bus in ways unseen since About Schmidt.
Here’s an early Christmas present for that special drama queen in your life. This one is definitely for the faint of heart.
Don’t be fooled by the fireside polemic that opens Callie Khouri’s The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
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