"I don't know what the hell's wrong with me lately," I confided to my colleague Andrew O'Hehir the other night as we trudged from a screening of Larry Crowne to a screening of Transformers: Dark of the Moon. (I drop the name in the interest of authenticity, and perhaps in fomenting the belief that yes, it IS all a media conspiracy.) "Maybe I'm getting beaten down by summer movies, but I'm starting to LIKE stuff. As in, you know, I actually liked THAT. Or maybe it's that I liked THEM. I dunno."
But I still insist that there is pleasure to be had from the film that could also be titled Tom Hanks' Character's Adventures In A Post-Racial American Unemployment Wonderland, or something, as you will glean from my review for MSN Movies. A lot of that has to do with the two leads (the other is my fellow Soderbergh alum Julia Roberts), who in less than 48 hours or so will be chastised by the likes of the usual suspects for an inability to put "butts" in "seats." Whatever, I still like 'em, so sue me. One topic of interest I wasn't able to fully get into is Gugu Mbatha Raw's disarming and unusual variant on the Manic Pixie Dream Girl role and how the completely inappropriate romantic "potential" between her character and the title character is thwarted with dispatch and made into a comic leitmotif. Discuss, if you'd like.