Crazy, Stupid, Love
Love, always love. Everyone tries, especially the characters of “Crazy, Stupid, Love” that will do anything to get it. And it works very well for this often hilarious comedy featuring a cast of hell.
Emily (Julianne Moore) has deceived her husband (Steve Carell) with a co-worker (Kevin Bacon). While Madame cleaned up its head by asking a divorce, Mr. befriends a seducer (Ryan Gosling) who teaches him how to woo women. Meanwhile, the eldest son of the former couple is in love over the head with his guardian, so that it craves a father! And there was a young woman (Emma Stone) that does not really know what she wants, a former alcoholic teacher (Marisa Tomei) who is single, and so on.
The trailer of “Crazy, Stupid, Love” was pretty catchy and the movie is even more so. All this is possible thanks to the many excellent performers who come together to get many laughs. There is of course Steve Carell who knows the role of loser by heart, taking care not to put too much. Then there’s Julianne Moore in a book that pays slightly more dramatic, creating the desired balance. The first combination is enhanced by the charming Ryan Gosling avoids caricature and sparkling Emma Stone. The film can build on this strong foundation and have it revolve more secondary elements, including the always hilarious Kevin Bacon and Marisa Tomei that flies buzzing often the star.
For once this beautiful bunch of actors is to go for a story that is worth it. Not that the script is truly original. It is dotted with moments expected, sometimes preachy speeches and a pace that would easily have been rectified. Except that the comedy tinged with gravity works quite well. The dialogues melt in your mouth, the situations range from soft romance to a good laugh (this sequence of male combat) and there are even a few surprises on the menu. It discusses love and the quest for a soul mate without much pay into sentimentality, and themes in place, quite universal, could easily give something indigestible.
Everything is available in a staged alert and inspired directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa (“I Love You, Phillip Morris”), who are willing to stretch in order to extract an exchange of truth and more emotions. This is especially true at the very end when Ryan Gosling back to the bar to reconnect with Steve Carell. Rarely the latter will be published sensitive and convincing. Music, ubiquitous and rather tasteful, also leaves a major role in winning a tube of Flaming Lips.
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