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This Is 40

After his 2005 smash hit The 40-Year-Old Virgin, writer-director Judd Apatow smartly diversified his holdings as a producer, but chose to center his next effort behind the camera around Freaks and Geeks alum and Virgin costar Seth Rogen. Knocked Up, about a one-night stand between two mismatched twentysomethings and the ensuing unplanned pregnancy, was a bawdy comedy with both hilarity and heart — a movie that was scathingly honest about the panic of early-onset (or even properly timed) adulthood.

Two of the supporting characters from that 2007 film — Paul Rudd and Leslie Mann’s married couple, meant to serve as the counterbalancing avatars of air-quote maturity to Rogen and Katherine Heigl‘s central, panicked parents-to-be — get their own spin-off in This Is 40, a mid-life-crisis dramedy being billed as “the sort-of sequel to Knocked Up.” It’s hugely disappointing, then, that Apatow’s woolly movie is such a mismanaged mess. It would be one thing if it was just a case of baited expectations unmet. Long of running time and short on laughs, though, This Is 40 doesn’t even have the discipline and focus to locate much by way of bittersweet truth attached to adult relationship drift.

Los Angelenos Pete (Rudd) and Debbie (Mann) are frazzled dad and mom to 13-year-old Sadie (Maude Apatow) and 8-year-old Charlotte (Iris Apatow). He’s the owner of a boutique record label endeavoring to break the latest album of Graham Parker; she owns a trendy boutique where she never really bothers to show up to work, even as her two employees (Charlyne Yi and Megan Fox) spin different tales about the shop’s missing $12,000. The movie at first seems to be about a long-term couple struggling to get along — Pete’s instinctive need to pull away for private time, versus Debbie’s highly emotional reactions — and the difficulties inherent in maintaining both individual personalities and a loving union when also having to juggle the still-present responsibilities of post-diaper-changing parenthood.

It slowly expands, though, incorporating Pete’s money-mooching father (Albert Brooks), himself the new-ish dad of a set of triplets, as well as Debbie’s mostly absent biological father (John Lithgow), who drifts into frame after a seven-year gap for reasons never really explained. Each of these parents contribute in some way to Pete and Debbie’s emotional hedges and dodges, as do normal sibling bickering and the challenges of locating family time amidst the ever-present tethering of electronic connection. When rising financial concerns throw things further into relief, Pete and Debbie’s very commitment is put to the test.

Apatow’s roomy sense of comedy is largely predicated on the law of averages — of simply winding up disparate characters, defining (sometimes loosely, sometimes more concretely) how they’re at odds, and then believing that his actors’ improvisational runs are going to bail him out more often than not. But in This Is 40 the outcome feels more disjointed than ever. Apatow tempers his high fidelity toward topical one-liners (a plus or minus, depending on one’s point-of-view, but certainly a tack that could allow for a more timeless offering), yet doesn’t replace it with much more than a pinch of inside-the-married-mind insight. He nails most readily the latent combination of petulant and whimsical masculine neediness (Pete and his best friend wax philosophical about their spouses passing away, since widowers are regarded as hot and sensitive types to be nurtured, preferably by way of oral sex), but Apatow’s take on Debbie remains frustratingly inscrutable, which is needless to say problematic.

The result overall feels less like a panoramic study of modern adult- and familyhood and more like a series of tasked self-reflections for which its creator doesn’t have the stomach. Time and time again, Apatow flinches as Pete and Debbie’s discord and disregard for one another edges up toward something truly nasty, in favor of discrete bits which allow for the movie’s many recognizable supporting players (including Jason Segal, Lena Dunham, Bridesmaids co-writer Annie Mumolo and two of the stars of that Apatow-produced hit, Chris O’Dowd and Melissa McCarthy) to show up and drop some outrageous, modestly curated freestyle.

Since Mann is Apatow’s real-life wife, and their two daughters also star in the movie, it’s fun if a bit unnerving to speculate how much of this stems from real-life angst and issues. But it matters not in terms of the broader picture, since This Is 40 builds so falsely to its shrug-inducing finale. Despite setting up a rich (and easy) opportunity for their appearance, there are no cameos here from Heigl or Rogen — nor ever even any mention of their characters. And it’s perhaps that small factoid that’s most emblematic of the film’s failings. In lieu of cameos that could interestingly and more substantively color and reflect its characters’ journeys, Apatow peppers This Is 40 with random throwaway bits that awkwardly abut familial recrimination which otherwise also lacks the biting observational truth of the best (or even second-best) of James Brooks or Cameron Crowe. Rent Funny People instead. For the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Universal, R, 134 minutes)

The Frozen

A low budget psychological thriller that makes good use of the resources it has, The Frozen avoids a lot of genre pitfalls in telling a deceptively simple story of strain, environment and the human condition.

Having embarked upon a perhaps inadvisable winter camping trip, Mike (Seth David Mitchell) and his girlfriend Emma (Brit Morgan, not to be confused with Brit Marling) suffer a snowmobile accident and get stranded in the deep woods. Emma reveals her pregnancy, and an argument ensues. When Mike disappears after trying to work on the snowmobile, a stressed-out Emma — who’s already seeing things that may not be there — is left to battle the elements and elude a mysterious man (Noah Segan) who’s seemingly tracked the pair through the forest.

Written and directed by Andrew Hyatt, The Frozen trends a bit more arthouse than a simpler rendering of its basic conceit might suggest. The grappling-with-a-stranger-in-wintry-elements set-up is of course ripe for genre stalking, but Hyatt has other plans. Along with cinematographer Max Gutierrez, he constructs an effectively muted palette for the movie that matches its emotional chilliness. The lingering problem, however? Some poor editing choices, courtesy of David Heinz. The end result, all in all — the smooth merging of story and environment — is not quite as skillfully executed as something like 2007’s Wind Chill, starring Emily Blunt and Ashton Holmes, but neither does it quite need to be.

The reason for that lies chiefly in Morgan’s solid, attention-holding performance, and Hyatt’s smart instincts in not wildly overplaying things in an effort to drum up too many desultory scares. Partially about the wild, partially about slipping-knot sanity and partially about… something else, The Frozen is a comfortably unnerving genre treat — canted and alluring in ways that seemingly independent features of this sort only ever really get to be. It’s not perfect, by any means (one wishes it trusted itself a bit more), but hey, it’s better than Dream House.

Housed in a regular plastic Amaray case in turn stored in a complementary cardboard slipcover, The Frozen comes to DVD presented in 1.85:1 anamorphic widescreen, with a Dolby digital 5.1 surround sound audio track. Apart from the movie’s trailer, there are no supplemental features, which is a shame, since one figures Hyatt would have a good bit to say about both its production and conception. To purchase the DVD via Amazon, click here. B- (Movie) C- (Disc)

The Guilt Trip

In her first starring role in more than 15 years, Barbara Streisand tweaks the cheeks of Seth Rogen, starring as his worrywart mother in The Guilt Trip, a good-natured road movie of pantomimed meddling and make-nice closure that doesn’t fully root down into its characters and pay off its revelations in truly substantive fashion. Small stakes and consistently tame inclinations mark screenwriter Dan Fogelman’s effort, which gives off an ambling vibe that would be more at home in an independent production. For the full, original review, from Screen International, click here. (Paramount, PG-13, 93 minutes)

The Girl

A well-meaning but rather inert borderland drama about a single Texas mother who, while in the process of trying to reunite with her son, becomes entangled with a young would-be illegal immigrant, The Girl is a decent showcase for the Australian-born Abbie Cornish, which explains its limited, awards-qualifying run in advance of its wider, March 2013 theatrical release. Still, the film is too limited in scope and too predictable to transcend its social-issue movie-of-the-week roots as a tear-jerker designed to play on the feelings of particularly maternal independent film fans. For the full, original review, from ShockYa, click here. (Brainstorm Media, unrated, 94 minutes)