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I never thought in all my years as a film critic I would be bashing a movie for ripping off Madhouse, the John Larroquette/Kirstie Alley opus. But that’s what You, Me and Dupree is. They invite him in out of the kindness of their hearts, and he just won’t leave. Most surprisingly, the inept execution of Dupree makes the forgotten ‘80s comedy look like a classic..
You, Me and Dupree Movie Review
Loveable screw-up Dupree (Owen Wilson) can’t even find the right island for his best friend Carl (Matt Dillon)’s wedding. When his loser ways leave him homeless and jobless, Carl and his new bride Molly (Kate Hudson) take him in. But he causes problems ranging from ordering them HBO and changing their outgoing voice mail to burning down their living room.
You know the movie’s in trouble when they can’t even come up with funny things for Dupree to do. Ordering pay channels and changing their stuff is obnoxious, but it’s not outrageous. It’s something a real person could do. Destruction of property is only funny if it’s surprising, and you know exactly where a candle-lit orgy is going.
Jokes about clogging the toilet abound. The set ups are tiring and the outcomes are predictable. The most heated conflicts in You, Me and Dupree are about being late for dinner. If that’s really your thing, turn on a sitcom and get it for free.
The movie can’t even decide who’s doing what to whom by the end. Molly throws Carl out at one point and then he comes back to apologize for walking out. That’s because they don’t know how to end a movie unless someone is apologizing for something. They take Dupree from the foil to the hero of the movie with no arc. It’s one or the other, folks.
Molly seems like the perfect wife. She’s bouncy and cheerful, sexy and always available, sleeps in form hugging barely there panties. It’s her best work since Almost Famous because it made me believe that a wife could desire intimacy that much. That’s acting.
As Molly’s father, Michael Douglas doesn’t know what he’s doing in this movie. He hates Carl but he’s not funny about it. He’s just aggressive. Poor Matt Dillon, so patient as the straight man, so unfulfilled. Wilson has just stretched that whiny, ranting persona past the point of being cute.