I Think I Love My Wife

Rock's breakthrough as a director -- a chance for him to grapple openly with his status as a maturing (but still ostensibly immature) comedian.

One of the film's key revelations is that his resistance to having an affair comes as much from wishing to maintain his lifestyle (the high-paying job, the nice house, the kids) as from loyalty to his wife. Why sharp observations like that one would need

Neither stylistically innovative nor particularly entertaining.

Rock's version is funnier, blacker, hipper, and sexier, but Rohmer's shows a little more skin.

Viagra jokes, I-have-a-headache rebuffs, a sequence devoted to the humiliation of buying condoms at a pharmacy...c'mon, Chris, you can do better than that.

Just because this union of artist and material isn't a complete mind-bender doesn't mean that it works.

A laugh-less comedy, an unmoving drama, and a ragtag assemblage of feeble characters spouting pathetic dialogue.

Rock tries to add some humorous moments, but most come off as either crass and crude or just plain weird.

Just imagine how much more authentic, topical and engaging this would be if Rock made this film in 2015 instead of eight years earlier.

Pootie Tang was spikier and funnier