You’d expect a geriatric version of The Hangover to be, at best, embarrassing. And there are a couple moments that are. Generally, however, it is entertaining, funny, and even poignant at times. It still is silly, over-simplified, and predictable, but that’s what makes the difference between a good comic and a great comic: a great comic can tell the same joke over and over again and always make it work.
Writer Fogelman, who brought us the TV triumphs, if not successes, of Neighbors and Galavant, knows comedy and how to weave it together with heart. And director Turteltaub (The Sorcerer’s Apprentice) brought together a bevy of talent that could pull it all off.
Michael Douglas (Ant-Man), Robert De Niro (Love the Coopers), Morgan Freeman (Now You See Me 2), and Kevin Kline (Ricki and the Flash) work well together as life-long friends with all the joy and pain that can bring. Mary Steenburgen (Hope Springs) holds her own and dishes it out equally well… and she does it while singing. Even Johanna Gleason’s (The Skeleton Twins) small role has impact.
There is nothing meaty here, but but it is a good distraction. The overly silly parts are few and far between enough to be palatable and there was only one truly clunker joke, but it was a classic. The rest is an examination of the bro code and affairs of the heart.