I'm not seeing Cyrus, and I'll tell you why: It's a lady's nightmare. I've said this before, but as a female viewer, I naturally align with or feel connected to the female character in the film. Even if one is neutral to this phenomenon, we can still note that it's considerate to America's women to include at least one interesting or positive representation of the gender in any given movie with women in it. The problem with the Marisa Tomei character is that she's playing out every woman's nightmare: living with a weird adult son only to then snag a chubby divorcee. Cool. I mean, really? Must the schulumpy man-children invade the quirky Fox Searchlight relationship dramedies? Does the world really need more movies about lame dudes who don't really do anything but still land hot chicks? I hope my girl-crush on Catherine Keener can survive this.
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