When guys complain about “chick flicks,” “Apartment Troubles” is the one they’re talking about. Even if they haven’t seen it yet.
A good romance is one thing; a dude likes a good romance every once in a while. A man can enjoy “The Notebook.” But two nonstop whining, drama-spewing, virulently co-dependent chick roommates, hand-wringing about their imminent East Village illegal sublet eviction and hitting up their folks for money—is quite another.
It’s supposed to be funny and cute for chicks, but for most of the testosterone tribe, it’s the cinematic equivalent of being tied to a chair in that East Village apartment with a broken air conditioner while listening, for two hours, to cats caterwauling in the alley.
It would be an understatement to say that one never manages to care about any of these characters.
