Hi, can I please be friends with both of you? I’m kind of cool and not desperate, I swear. Image via Vanity Fair
I can’t do it. I just…I can’t do it. I can’t…review…They Came Together.
Don’t worry, I haven’t reached my breaking point. I have just found a film that has rendered itself unreviewable. That is not to say that They Came Together is bad or difficult to understand; it is just to say that is so self-aware that at times it won’t feel like you are watching a movie, but rather two idiots with too much imagination pitching their idea for a romantic comedy. And that is not a diss at all.
They Came Together starts with a double date where the story of Joel (Paul Rudd) and Molly’s (Amy Poehler) relationship goes on for a very long time, and turns out to be just like “a corny romantic comedy.” Thus, they proceed to tell the story of the worst romantic comedy possible. They Came Together tries to be bad, and that is what makes it so good.
For that reason, I feel like an ordinary review would not work here. So here is a long of jumble of thoughts on They Came Together: