Wanderlust has Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd and is possibly the most avoidable film ever. And it's not because you can't get past the Friends hangover. Although with the umpteenth rom-com, both Anisto and Rudd seem to be reprising the other Friends characters. In a movie where Aniston is a perfectionist, you immediately think of Monica. Where she has a job, you think of Chandler. Where her partner turns gay, you are reminded of Ross and in this movie, where she plays a free-spirited artist who can''t hold down a job and joins a commune with her husband (Rudd), you of course, think of Phoebe.
Aniston and Rudd are a couple in New York who have decided to buy a house. They can afford a really small one. The broker sells it to them as a micro-loft whereas it really is a studio apartment. Rudd loses his job, quits a subsequent job with his obnoxious brother, and the couple then move into a commune because (for some very inexplicable reason) is their only choice.
It is such a dreary, tired formulaic film. It really is tedious. Hollywood's notion of what vegetarianism is or a shamanic ritual is or what 'Namaste' means (basically an invitation for 'free love') is the stuff stereotyping is made of.
I guess it comes together towards the end - because one does (and always feel fondly) for our very own Rachel and Mike. But it is quite bottom of the barrel.
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