The flick of the night...Paul Rudd takes a body blow to his career. He's a health food stoner/slacker who sells some pot to a cop, goes to jail, gets out and lives in succession with his mother and his 3 self-absorbed and marginal sisters and their various partners. His guileless cluelessness makes a smoking disaster out of the lives of one family member after the other as he seeks to get back his dog (named Willie Nelson).
This is sort of a slightly funny (only slightly) variation on Rachel Getting Married, but nobody acts as well as Anne Hathaway did in that one. The somewhat interesting cast mainly goes to waste in a script that appears to have been written by "Ned" and directed by his buddy who smokes even more pot than he does. This movie has its moments and I got a few chuckles out of it, but really, if you have some pot, it would help to partake before you see this. I wanted it to get better, to take an interesting plot turn, but it just didn't happen.
