The film looked great. Will Ferrell was top notch with a mellow performance. The soundtrack was very good. The script was pretty solid as well. I really liked some of the absurdities of the film like the crane destroying Ferrell's apartment. There were genuinely a few laugh out loud moments for me in this film.
But Maggie Gyllenhaal couldn't have been more miscast. What the fuck? I didn't buy for one second that she and Ferrell would ever date. No way, no how. Replace her with Catherine Keener (who pulled off dating a geek so well in The 40-Year-Old Virgin) or anyone closer to 40 than Gyllenhaal and this movie would have been a whole lot better. And what was the deal with Emma Thompson? She played her role as such an incredible cliche that it was almost embarrassing.
Finally, we're supposed to buy that the incredibly square Ferrell knows how to play one song on the guitar and it is a fairly obscure late 70's song by Wreckless Eric? What?
Listen to Wreckless Eric's Whole Wide World.
Directed by Marc Forster