You know how sometimes the things David Wain makes feel like the midnight show on the public-access station on the most perverted planet in all of space? Wanderlust is not like that. Wanderlust is just a super-regular movie, meant to entertain super-regular folks without getting too weird or saying much of anything at all. It gives you the feeling that it’s satirizing something without ever clarifying what that thing is. Paul Rudd and Jennifer Aniston end up on this hippie commune where everyone plays didgeridoo and cares about feminism and Joe Lo Truglio’s (rubber?) penis is always waggling to and fro, to and fro, even first thing in the morning. Every single gag is the exact same shade of medium-funny. (LINDY WEST)