You, Me and Dupree
Newlyweds Molly (Kate Hudson) and Carl (Matt Dillon) find themselves baby-sitting the best man from their wedding, Dupree (Owen Wilson), when he loses his job, car, and girlfriend, but not his will to live and make margaritas and banana pancakes. The stress of a third wheel is a bit too much, plus Molly’s father (Michael Douglas), who is also Carl’s boss, hates the man his little girl married. Slow out of the gate, Dupree picks up a li’l when the Clash’s “Train in Vain” spins, but that is but a minor symptom of the ill that is a comedy carried by two funny people: Owen Wilson with his stoner drawl and wild-eyed innocence and funny-as-shit Seth Rogen as the pussy-whipped buddy Neil. Hudson—who, for fuck’s sake, has comedy in her blood—kills any humor Molly might emit and overacts circles around Dillon’s cave man sauced on Carl’s chamomile tea. This movie needs some serious Red Bull and rethinking: We dare you to find a scene where grade school teacher Molly—dressed like a hot real estate agent—pays attention to a child. And why don’t we see the librarian Dupree crushes on? The movie needs more darker moments, like Dupree looking at Molly’s ass and Carl getting mean jealous—and more Neil. Free spirit Dupree preaches the importance of finding your “ness,” but You, Me and Dupree lacks the only one it needs: hilariousness.