I Love You Man: Celebrating Straight-Guy Man-Love

Just as we thought the "bromantic comedy" had overstayed its welcome, the genre reaches its high point with I Love You, Man. The subtext is finally the text—it's right there in the title. The movie delivers an absolutely complete, fully realized, delightfully novel redo of the hoariest of forms: the meet-cute, love-at-first-sight, break-up-and-make-up, racing-to-the-altar slapstick weepy that's been a staple of cinema since the invention of cinema.

You may be surprised to find Judd Apatow's name absent from the credits, but I Love You, Man bears his indelible, now-inescapable stamp: from Jason Segel, who's been playing a slovenly, spastic Rush fan since genre touchstone Freaks and Geeks, to Paul Rudd, Apatow's better-looking alter ego, to John Hamburg, who directed Segel's first man-on-man hug during his three-episode run on Apatow's Undeclared. So now, the circle is complete and at the end of the line—unless Segel, Rudd and Seth Rogen are willing to do gay porn.

Hamburg has tried his hand at standard-issue romantic comedy before: He directed Ben Stiller and Jennifer Aniston in the awkward Along Came Polly and wrote Stiller's Focker franchise. I Love You, Man is his first real success, if only for its honest—which is to say, sincere and crass and adorably sweet—depiction of mid-30s-to-late-40s male friendships forged on sex talk, alcohol and an affection for classic rock and Lou Ferrigno.

OK, so which one is the girl? Jason Segel (center) rises to the defense of his man-friend, Paul Rudd.
OK, so which one is the girl? Jason Segel (center) rises to the defense of his man-friend, Paul Rudd.

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I Love You, Man Directed by John Hamburg. Written by John Hamburg and Larry Levin. Starring Paul Rudd, Jason Segel, Rashida Jones, Andy Samberg, Jane Curtin and J.K. Simmons. Opens Friday

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Rudd, playing the antithesis of his usual snarky self, is the rather nerdily named Peter Klaven, a luxury Realtor in Los Angeles who dreams of one day building live-work lofts with a "neighborhoody dining area" in a former industrial space. He's got the fiancée with the J.D. Salinger name—Zooey, played by Rashida Jones—who runs a never-busy pastel-painted boutique of some kind. To complete his dream, Peter only needs to sell "the Ferrigno estate."

Seems senseless to offer further plot points, as they're all laid out in the trailer. Peter has no male friends to invite to the wedding—he goes on a few bad man-dates and meets investor Sydney Fife (Segel) at Lou's open house. The guys awkwardly bond and "Peter and Sydney" briefly threaten "Peter and Zooey," but, really, who we kiddin'? But Hamburg fleshes out the film with smart surprises and sharp, knowing details: first dude-on-dude date jitters, ill-fated attempts at forced intimacy via nonsensical slang ("latres on the menges"), a Rush nightclub concert, guys forgetting girls hate Rush.

Half the genius is right in the casting: Rudd and Segel are closer to Randall and Klugman than Lemmon and Matthau, but you get the point. Rudd has two speeds—fed up and pent up—and here, he employs the latter; Peter just can't understand why Sydney would keep his masturbation station (table with lotion and tissues) out in the open at his Venice Beach man cave. He's been raised by women: by his mother (Jane Curtin) and by his series of girlfriends.

And Segel does, in fact, strike one as the kind of guy who'd keep a masturbation station out in the open. But in his own way, Sydney's as sweet as Peter—more so, actually, as evidenced by an almost touching act of friendship toward the film's end involving his attempts to make Peter the success he'll never be all by his lonesome. And they lived happily ever after.

 
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