I saw this movie tonight and I was excited. Since it featured John Krasinkski in a beard I was intrigued from the get-go. After doing some reading/researching upon it's release, I decided it might be a good movie. You know, the idea of going and finding that place you want to live is a pertinent one, to me at least.
I jumped at the opportunity to sit back and see my life on screen. But boy was I wrong. Never has a 90-minute movie felt so long. And after I understood the movie's Great Big Point during minute 8, which was, of course, that you can't find home but that you "make" your home, I was ready for it to be over.
I couldn't believe Krasinksi and Rudolph as these characters. The only characters I believed to be real were the people they met along the way, you know, the people they hated. I understood Rudolph's sister in her quest to find the right man, even if he sucked. I understood the hurt of their college friends who couldn't make a baby. However, I couldn't believe in this grisly couple who have late-night talks on trampolines at the age of 34. When they say "their vows" because Rudolph refuses to marry, it's in phrases like, "Will you promise to not hate our kid if she becomes fat?" "I do." Bleh. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's heart is in the right place, but a movie like this is clearly meant to feel "real." And to that point, it does not.
Go find your home. Go search for it. But know that you don't have to solely use simple sentences or crazy fruit-based metaphors.