"Your Place or Mine" opens in 2003 and presents as a formulaic, forgettable romantic comedy from that era. These types of films have recently found new life as background noise at DryBar, including titles like "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days," "The Holiday," and "Something's Gotta Give." You can watch these films passively while enjoying a complimentary glass of champagne and preparing for a night out with friends.
The film marks the directorial debut of writer Aline Brosh McKenna, known for her many rom-com credits, such as "27 Dresses," which was also a staple of the early 2000s. McKenna's most notable work, the Oscar-nominated "The Devil Wears Prada," outshines her latest project in terms of clever dialogue and well-crafted characters. However, "Your Place or Mine" never aspires to reach those same heights. Instead, it aims to be a pleasant, undemanding movie that might suffice for a casual Saturday night Netflix watch.
Unfortunately, we know the film's stars, Reese Witherspoon and Ashton Kutcher, are capable of much more. Both are charming and good-looking, with impeccable comic timing honed over the years. It's frustrating to see them stuck in such safe, bland material and unable to elevate it to something memorable.
Witherspoon and Kutcher play Debbie and Peter, who shared a hookup 20 years ago and have been best friends ever since. Despite their constant declarations of friendship, their interactions lack the depth and comfort of a two-decade bond. Even though they live on opposite coasts, they talk daily in some form, but their conversations lack authenticity.
McKenna uses familiar genre tropes to establish their differences. Split screens compare Debbie's colorful, cluttered Los Angeles Craftsman with Peter's sleek, spacious Brooklyn condo overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge (though the backgrounds are obviously green-screened). She's an uptight, perky single mom, and he's a sardonic commitment-phobe. She strolls through a quiet, leafy neighborhood, and he rushes through bustling city streets. It's clear they're polar opposites, but could they end up together?
The script keeps them physically apart for most of the movie, with a series of contrivances forcing them to switch homes for a week. Debbie moves to Manhattan to complete some professional training, while Peter agrees to stay in her home and take care of her son, Jack (Wesley Kimmel). He's met with a slew of anxious Post-It notes and a high-tech entertainment system that won't stop playing songs by Peter's favorite band, The Cars. Meanwhile, Peter hangs out with Debbie's co-worker Tig Notaro, who is dryly delightful, while Debbie becomes fast friends with Peter's party girl ex-girlfriend, played by Zoe Chao, who is snarky and supportive but underdeveloped.
Other supporting characters include Steve Zahn as Debbie's gardener and suitor, named Zen, who is too laid-back to be a real threat, and Jesse Williams as a handsome book editor with whom she flirts. However, both characters feel like afterthoughts, with no real substance to add to the story.
The answers to whether Debbie and Peter will find love in each other or in their respective cities are predictable, save for a brief, forced conflict. There's nothing complicated or uncertain about these people or their stories to add any twists or turns. While the journey is more important than the destination in romantic comedies, "Your Place or Mine" offers little in the way of either, with no surprises or detours to make the trip more interesting.
The film's level of sincerity is demonstrated by its dismissive treatment of potential love interests. Steve Zahn's character, a tech millionaire who volunteers to tend to Debbie's garden, is subjected to the most humiliations, while Jesse Williams' charming literary publisher is not given a fair chance to compete. Although Minka, Peter's ex-girlfriend, played with wonderful dry humor by Zoë Chao, may not succeed in winning Peter's heart, she effortlessly steals every scene she appears in.
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Zakir Bhai!!!!
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