Lui c'est moi

L'intrigue rabâchée de ce Freaky Friday au masculin n'apporte rien à la formule, si ce n'est une tentative désespérée de mixer tendresse et humour scatologique.

Enfin une comédie américaine qui fait vraiment décrocher pendant deux heures.

Cette très mauvaise blague réalisée avec entrain par David Dobkin n'aurait probablement dû ne jamais être faite. Aseptiser à ce point une bonne idée de départ est carrément un exploit, tout comme saboter un casting qui se respectait.

The Change-Up is more than funny, it's smart and interesting too. It's not a Judd Apatow movie, it's not that poignant, but it capably walks that line between over the top comedy and sympathetic subtlety the way few other comedies are able to do.

So, while The Change-Up isn't a home-run, it's a decent enough comedy for a cheap night, and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It's not the best comedy I've seen lately, but it does the job at times, and I suppose that's something.

What entertainment the film offers is that of the familiar and inevitable. Audiences can anticipate every plot turn well in advance and the outcome is never in doubt. The fun, if you will, lies in seeing Reynolds and Bateman playing each other's characters in the wrong body and thereby fouling up their respective lives.

The Change-Up needed a few more script revisions before hitting theaters. Like Crazy, Stupid, Love, it's an uneven comedy whose best moments offer a glimpse of its potential.

No matter - Bateman and Reynolds make The Change-Up seem a lot better than it is. Each earns a star in my review. The movie would be literally nothing without them.

Within the first three minutes of the body-swapping, farcical bromance The Change-Up, a gurgling baby boy unleashes a projectile explosion of poop into his daddy's face during a morning diaper change. That muddy moment tells you exactly where you'll be during the movie's next hundred-plus minutes: toddling back and forth between the toilet and a sandbox stocked with inflatable sex dolls.