Crash Pad

You'd be forgiven for guessing that Crash Pad is yet another lazy, cable-unworthy comedy full of sorry slapstick and barn-broad humor. And you'll be surprised to discover that it's actually smartly written and expertly pulled off.

While Mr. Tent's direction is serviceable, it's safe. His movie lacks any stylish risks that would make this trio's bad romance memorable, leaving "Crash Pad" to feel like a warm-up act.

A plucky ensemble fails to elevate "Crash Pad," a forced, formulaic revenge comedy about an obnoxious slacker whose new housemate turns out to be the husband of his older ex-mistress.

A broadly appealing bad-behavior comedy relying on the winning chemistry of its two leads.

The film normalizes what they do and hopes we laugh at it because they're "just being boys." Rather than tear down masculinity stereotypes, Crash Pad reinforces them.

The film's annoying casual misogyny and tiresome bickering derail any consistent comic momentum toward a predictable resolution.

Charming lead performance in quirky but mature comedy.

Unabashedly silly take on an Odd Couple premise delivers some very funny lines.

The movie works best as a goofy, snarky, and uncomfortable study of man-child frustrations and silly dreams, doing a generally good job at its most panicked.

Do we really want to understand either of these guys?