The Change-Up has been created for the absolute lowest common denominator. It’s a supposed comedy testing the new plot routine of switching bodes with your best friend: Oh wait. But you see, it’s not the redundant plot ring-around that’s bothersome, it’s the utter lack of respect and regard for the viewers intelligence.
Because you know, as much as everyone in the audience loves to see babies pooping on their fathers face, slackers roasting bowls of marijuana, and protagonists finger-banging an older-women in a porn film, perhaps just a bit of sanity would be welcomed. Yep, all that and more occur in David Dobkin’s lazy and stupefying “Change-Up”.
So, with that in mind, lets look over the inventive story at hand. In this supposed comedy, we follow Dave Lockwood (Jason Bateman), an up-tight lawyer and family man with a beautiful wife (Leslie Mann) and two kids – and actor/womanizer Mitch Plank (Ryan Reynolds). The two have been best buds since highschool and one night, after plenty of consumption of alcohol, weed, and every other ungodly substance, the two decide to take a piss together … in a fountain. While doing so both Mitch and Dave have some sort of an epiphany and simultaneously shout out “I wish I had your life.” Lighting strikes, the cities power vanishes, and then, the next morning strolls around and hey, what do know: the two have switched bodies!
Whatever dissects from there on out is more a blur than anything. We have some disconnecting dramatic moments, plenty of gross-out gags, and a film that is attempting so desperately to be bad, but just can’t find the right note. The Change-Up is the kind-of immature, incoherent picture that waits far too long to find its heart and when it eventually does it feels all too disingenuous.
Chalk it up to the talents and chemistry of Reynolds and Bateman that make The Change-Up at least remotely bearable. The two on screen make for some genuine comedic bits, but by in large – the script written by Jon Lucas and Scott Moore – is far too lackluster in wit and sophistication.
As for director David Dobkin, well everyone makes a few mistakes from time to time. Considering he made one of my favorite comedies of the decade with Wedding Crashers, I’ll just attempt to omit this film from my memory.
Because quite simply, the film is lackadaisical and lazy in every way, shape, and form. Despite containing solid performances and a sporadically charming comedic duo between Reynolds and Bateman, The Change-Up is strung together with scatology, creating a final product only appealing to the absolute lowest common denominator or any hormonal 13 year-old boy infatuated with breasts, marijuana, and sex.