- Why is he sitting so close to the edge of the bed? This bugs me.
Someone once said, “Maybe romance comes from the heart, but comedy comes from the crotch.” It might’ve been Mel Brooks. Or maybe nobody said it. I’m not sure. Anyways, somebody should say it, so here goes: “Romance comes from the heart, but comedy comes from the crotch.” I bring this up because Love And Other Drugs is a movie all about Jake Gyllenhaal’s boner. Will it go into exotic Thai people? Will it go into a Parkinson’s girl? Will it ever be able to hear stories from its brother’s boner, which has yet to go into any girls at all?
I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll skim the plot so we can get to the Jake Gyllenhaal and Anne Hathaway naked. (And oh man, are they naked. Things that happen whilst naked: eating, discussions of childhood, LOTS of sex. [Actually there is so much sex, they ran out of naked and some of it occurs while wearing clothes. Awesome.]) The plot: Jamie is a brand-new pharma rep for Pfizer who pushes Zoloft with seduction and charm. On the job, he meets 26-year-old Maggie Murdock and her Parkinson’s (stage one—the most acceptable onscreen form of any degenerative disease). She has a quirky visual arts loft where all the pipes are exposed. He is an asshole. Both are emotionally shellacked. They have sex like so: Mmm UH UH UH mmmmmm OH YEAH SCROMF SCROMF WHUT hoooooo. Then Viagra comes out, and Jamie makes a killing. Then he tries to cure Maggie, which is pretty much her #1 turnoff. (Note: he uses money, not Viagra, in this curative attempt. Important distinction.)
By far the weirdest part of Love and Other Drugs is the way it welds heart-poking honesty to boner jokes. And Vaudeville. I mean, if you were to extract Michael Cera and Jonah Hill from any contemporary teen sex comedy, then warp them 12 years into the future until they become 30-Year-Old Good Looking Guy (Gyllenhaal) and 30-Year-Old Gross Guy We’re Supposed To Laugh At (Josh Gad), then sure—it seems plausible that those two might be selling boner pills. But then Director Ed Zwick blends that boneriffic setup with a classic meet-cute rom-com and more than a dash of Lorenzo’s Oil. And you know what? It kind of works. Taken together, these weirdly disparate genres are a pile of dirty laundry on your floor: so comfortable that you almost want to wear ‘em just one more day. Aaaalllllmost.
Clearly, this newfangled blend needs a brand and a title. So (ahem): I hereby proclaim this genre the Brom-Com! We should pause here to distinguish it from both movies containing bromance (I Love You, Man), and Brom, the noted gothic fantasy artist. Though considering how much T&A is in this movie, I’m sure he’d approve of the connotation.
Brom is local gothic fantasy artist as well as a noted one. Nice guy, too…
Awesomely written review.
I don’t want to see this movie after reading this review for some odd reason. Must get back to the TARDIS….
I’ve met Brom. He is very nice, and seems very sad.
@4 and how long did it take until your pants were off?
Jesus fuck, bring back the goddamn facifist libertarian anarchist UI until you can get one who can fucking write something coherent – a paragraph, maybe?
Couple things:
1 – Starting a film review with, “I once heard this one witty remark but don’t feel like googling it, so here’s my paraphrasing of something I may not even be quoting” is not a good idea.
2 – Anne Hathaway naked. Yes, yes, yes.
3 – Thank the FSM that the Daily Show dropped Josh Gad. That guy was on-screen poison from the first moment I saw him. Damn you for bringing him up.
Lindy, this intern is not made of the right stuff. You’re like a master potter working with Play-Doh here. The results look approximately right, but fall apart during closer inspection. Plus, your finger prints are all over it.
Do you see Jake’s naughty bits?
Boo. Fake Lindy, booooo!
Anne Hathaway has (quite to my surprise) a rocking pair of tits. I give this movie two erections straight up.
This movie was crap. You get I think two bare-ass shots of Jake, and the boner scene is totally implied. Pah. Skip this, rent Jar Head. His santa dance — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDggufu2Y… — is a thousand times sexier than anything in Love and Other Drugs.
@12 thanks for including the only bit of info I actually read this terrible review to find out. lol. will be skipping this one. plus didn’t it already get reviewed on here a few weeks ago?
@12 This review leads me to believe that its supposed to be wall-to-wall Jake Gyllenhaal nudity! Maybe not peen (unrated DVD, hopefully), but practically Jake drops his pants every chance he gets. Is this impression wrong?
Also, I hate Anne Hathaway…but I’d suffer her to see Jake naked for 100 minutes.
You can’t fool me, that’s Lindy West. Lindy West minus some CAPITAL LETTERS.
Jakey naked for a few minutes and also extremely adorable for the whole movie is more than worth the price of admission. Movie itself isn’t bad.
Gyllenhaal is on the edge of the bed because the poster was photoshopped. Originally the director was in the picture with them on the other side of Anne Hathaway. All three were naked and they were doing a see no evil hear no evil say no evil pose (hence Gyllenhaal’s hand over his mouth). Interestingly enough Hathaway’s head was supposedly photoshopped as well, which instantly made me notice that her head does look a bit off-almost as if she has a foot long neck or something.
http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment…