Judd Apatow stupidly hands scriptwriting and acting duties to the obnoxious Amy Schumer in this overlong rom-com.
A two-hour romantic comedy is only as good as its leading lady, and Amy Schumer- leading lady of Judd Apatow’s latest directorial effort- is bad. She’s the least likeable woman to grace the lead role of such a major comedy in years. She isn’t funny, she isn’t charismatic and she can’t act. Apparently, both the American public and Apatow think otherwise. For Trainwreck is a film that, if it had starred Apatow’s wife and frequent lead actress Leslie Mann when she was Schumer’s age, could have been really enjoyable. But Schumer is what we get. She’s in nearly every scene, gurning and screaming and being a general nuisance. It’s a damn shame, because the rest of Trainwreck‘s cast do a superb job as they attempt to perform around the Schumer monster. Brie Larson is sympathetic as Schumer (basically playing herself)’s homemaker sister. Bill Hader is the best he’s ever been as the romantic interest, Dr. Aaron Conners. Colin Quinn is gritty but tragic as Schumer and Larson’s MS-stricken father. Every scene he’s in with Larson would be deeply moving… if only it weren’t for Schumer’s pathetic attempts at “sad face” acting and constant jokes about her vagina. John Cena shows up in a “cameo”, along with LeBron James and a whole host of sports stars I barely knew existed. The horrendous acting done by these individuals is somewhat counterbalanced by the brilliance of Tilda Swinton and Ezra Miller, reunited after We Need To Talk About Kevin, but even these two thespians can’t save such a long, boring, over-sexualised, sub-feminist farce.
As the film progresses, Schumer has fewer sex jokes left to make, and becomes significantly more tolerable. But when Apatow is responsible for making even Adam Sandler likeable in his beautiful character study Funny People, it’s extraordinary how obnoxious Amy, the actress and character, really is.