Who's In It: Aaron Eckhart, Jennifer Aniston, Martin Sheen, Judy Greer, Dan Fogler, John Carroll Lynch
The Basics: He's a grieving widower turned self-help guru to other grieving people even though he can barely keep himself together. (Hot physician, heal thy sexy self!) She's a florist who's been hurt before by men and she's got really great hair. When they meet you half expect him to go, "Wow you look like that chick from 'Friends'" because there's seemingly no other reason for them to hook up besides thinking the other is a fine piece of tail. Together they are barely interesting enough to make you wish you weren't dead yourself. Apart (which is most of the movie) they mope around and stare at things. You'll stare at your watch.
What's The Deal: Trailer with jokes aside, this is not a romantic comedy. It's a drama with a particular fetish for seeing peripheral characters attend a grief seminar and cry. The best cryer of the movie is character actor John Carroll Lynch as a gruff building contractor who's lost his little boy in an accident. Every time he's around you forget about Aniston and Eckhart and wish that if the movie were going to be so into death that it might as well just be about this guy instead.
Tender, Sensitive Moments Of Real Human Behavior: Suddenly, out of the blue, Aniston and Eckhart are on a wacky mission to steal a parrot from his dead wife's parents. It involves a bouncy bird doing silly noises, Eckhart hiding under a table, Martin Sheen playing a domestic squabble for laughs and a squealing getaway van. Because that's the best kind of prank right? The kind you play on elderly people whose only child was crushed to death in a car? "Yakkity Sax" is not playing while it happens, which I consider a failing on the part of the filmmakers.
If You Manage Not To Walk Out: You'll get a visit from your old favorite movie friend, the scene where one person claps slowly and another one joins in until everyone is doing it. I know, you missed it right? You thought it was never coming back, didn't you? Me too.
What It Feels Like: Having your leg humped by Pay It Forward.