A dad hilariously tries to convey to his two young daughters, perched on the hood of the family car, how it would be to have to play with only one doll for the rest of their lives—just one!
They agree that would be dreadful! And thus disingenuous dad bamboozles darling daughters into having an inkling of why he’s divorcing mommy. “Repeat after me: monogamy isn’t realistic!”
That’s Colin Quinn’s character, in the Judd Apatow-helmed, Amy Schumer-penned, “Trainwreck.” It’s a comedy tour-de-force, as well as a kitchen-sink acting-showcase gauntlet, thrown down by talent-laden TV sketch-show star Schumer, in her big screen debut.
But as much we’re happy see Judd Apatow directing more funniness, and immediately look forward to more Amy Schumer (we predict she and Melissa McCarthy will play sisters), even more so do we immediately want to see more LeBron James. More LeBron! The basket-balling-est individual of all time reveals himself to be hilarious.
Just Like Dad
All grown up now, Amy Townsend (Schumer) has become a self-centered, career-focused, staff writer at a high-gloss, low-class men’s magazine, where editorial staff sit around competitively pitching gross topics and headlines, and the barracuda-boss (an excellent, unrecognizable sprayed-on-tan-and-aqua-eyeshadow'd Tilda Swinton) champions the low and the lurid.
In her private life, Amy’s found that she, like her alcoholic dad, drinks too much, cannot be happy playing with just one (adult human) Ken-doll, or abusing just one substance. It’s not rated “R” for nothing.
