Friends With Benefits
When I first witnessed the trailer for the unambiguously titled Friends With Benefits, I thought they had remade No Strings Attached, a movie released not one year before now, with actors the same age, and a pretty similar exactly the same premise. Luckily, before I gave up on film as an entertainment form forever, I was told that this was just one of those crazy Hollywood coincidences where you have a super original script that someone else just happens to come up with as well. Okay, so I’m not blowing anybody’s mind with the ‘Hollywood has a formula!’ thing, and actually, accepting that collective wisdom is the biggest hurdle to enjoying this film. In other words, if you’re willing to accept that the romantic comedy genre is alive, kicking, and here to stay, it’s not too difficult to come out of this one feeling satisfied, and even a little refreshed.
LA-based Dylan (Justin Timberlake) is head hunted by NY gal (sorry) Jamie (Mila Kunis) for a big time job at GQ magazine (nice work making me reconsider the slick-ness of this publication. Not that I gave it much thought before. Still, effective product placement. I digress.) and they hit it off! As friends. As friends who bond partly because they’ve both had a shit of a love life so far, due to respective flaws - one is ‘damaged’ and one is ‘emotionally unavailable’…guess which is which. I know I claimed to have set my cynical preoccupation with ‘formula’ behind for this movie, but I just couldn’t help being irritated by these blatant gender stereotypes. Moving on. We see them hatch an ingenious plan to alter their relationship slightly, that is, keeping the friend part, adding the casual sex part. What could go wrong? At first, not much. The audience is treated to some quick witted, stylish, and genuinely funny exchanges (sexual and otherwise) between the two impressive leads, whose performances have enough charisma to carry their sometimes trite dialogue. Indeed, this palatable form continues even as things do start to unravel with the pair’s arrangement. Welcome support roles come from Patricia Clarkson as Jamie’s mum, charming her way through the ‘sexually liberated, spirited modern mother’ role, and Richard Jenkins giving a moving performance as Dylan’s father with early-onset Alzheimer’s.
The narrative continues through tried and true rom-com territory, with little or no surprises, but I was still perfectly content to be along for the ride. The movie is almost never cringeworthy or difficult to watch, and even though its continuous self-referential genre satire falls a little flat with each new silly Hollywood cliche that appears in this film, a playful tone and snappy pace prevent the film from meandering in any unwanted schmaltz. On the whole, gratifying chemistry between Timberlake and Kunis delivers this film from the all too common love story flat-line.
Better than this film: NOT No Strings Attached. See this instead.