This movie had something resembling potential. Michael B. Jordan and Miles Teller (the ones who aren't Zac Efron) are both up-and-coming actors with a lot of talent. Imogen Poots (Zac's love interest) has yet to severely annoy me in any film. It's set in New York, and I live in New York, so I get to "ooo" and "ahh" at all the places in the movie that I've been to. "Oh my God is that Cafe Select? Because I've totally been to Cafe Select. So, basically I'm in this movie. But, basically, I'm cooler than this movie. Basically, I'm dating Zac Efron." That's what you're supposed to think when you recognize somewhere, right?
Anyway, the point is, I had something similar to optimism when I went in. Unfortunately, this movie turned out to be pretty boring and standard all the way through. It spent a lot of time establishing that its main characters are assholes. Charming and semi-lovable assholes, but assholes nonetheless. Then it wants you to start feeling things about them. And you're all, "I don't want the feels you trying to make me have." It just doesn't make sense. You spend most of a movie reinforcing the stereotype that guys are only looking out for themselves when it comes to women, and then you give it a chick-flick ending. Who is seeing this? If it's guys, they're not gonna like the ending. If it's girls, then they're not gonna like the beginning, and they're flat out not going to believe the ending. If these relationships are supposed to be my best case scenarios, I'm pretty concerned. One guy getting divorced, one guy totally self-involved and emotionally stunted, one guy who knows every guy you've slept with and who you've set up with multiple girls to sleep with before. I mean I knew there were no dateable men in New York, but this is just sad. Even Jordan and Teller couldn't act their way out of this confused bro-rom-com.
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