Rom-com starring Kutcher, Witherspoon goes nowhere
In a funnier world,
Zoe Chao and Tig Notaro are starring in their own romantic comedy together. Meantime, in the real world, they’re ringers in support of Reese Witherspoon and Ashton Kutcher, the ones running what we’ll charitably call “the show” in “Your Place or Mine.” No question mark on that title. None needed. It’s a flat business proposition, like the movie.
Between Witherspoon, Kutcher and writer/firsttime feature director Aline Brosh McKenna, we’re talking roughly 70 years’ collective experience in the rom-com genre. So why is this one so bleh?
Is it because it’s Netflix, which has a weird way of encouraging discouragingly low expectations, fulfilled? Is it because the getting-together of the romantic leads is a foregone conclusion?
Hardly. Most rom-coms are foregone conclusions, interrupted by montages and usually building to a key scene in an airport terminal. (“Your Place or Mine”: check.) But every good rom-com makes the inevitable enticing with stuff money can’t buy. Wit. Fizz. Character likability. Amusing detestability. Some visual life and snap. Even if you stay with “Your Place or Mine,” it is unlikely to stay with you.
Loving, tightly wound single parent Debbie (Witherspoon) lives in a humble zillion-dollar bungalow on a Silver Lake hillside in Los Angeles with her sweet, wise, oversheltered and allergyprone 13-year-old son, Jack (Wesley Kimmel). Debbie’s best friend and one-time, 20-years-ago hookup lives in New York City in a sleek, scarily underfurnished apartment.
This is Peter (Kutcher), a wealthy marketing consultant who has known many women but no real emotional connection. He sees himself as broken and “unknowable,” in need of what Debbie can provide: a friend and a life partner who truly knows him.
The script contrives a residence swap: Debbie goes to New York to study, taking over Peter’s place and acquiring a temporary bestie, one of Peter’s exes (Chao). In trade, Peter jets to LA to take care of Jack while Debbie’s away. This means introducing Jack to everything his hypervigilant mother doesn’t allow into his life, such as “Alien” or convertibles.
Without consulting Debbie, Peter lets Jack try out for a hockey team.
Meantime Debbie discovers the secret manuscript of Peter’s unpublished novel (fabulous, of course). There’s a brief affair for Debbie, courtesy of the hunky publishing house bigwig (Jesse Williams).
Witherspoon and Kutcher don’t share a locale until near the end, but they’re relentlessly on-screen together via split-screen phone calls. At one point, a jealous Peter glimpses apartment security camera footage of his New York pad as Debbie’s getting it on with the hunky bigwig.
Notaro (as Debbie’s LA friend and fellow school parent) and Steve Zahn (as Debbie’s amiably lovelorn neighbor) periodically lift their material out of the bleh. Visually the film is pretty but also pretty lifeless, with undifferentiated lighting for interiors as well as exteriors.
Also, what’s with the teal? “Your Place or Mine” is lousy with teal costumes, teal furniture fabric, teal walls, teal everything. It’s like a coast-to-coast teal initiative — an odd distinction for a rom-com, but there it is.
MPA rating: PG-13 (for suggestive material and brief strong language) Running time: 1:51
How to watch: Netflix