MOVIE REVIEW: BARRY MUNDAY (2010)


Barry Munday (Patrick Wilson) is someone who’s just gone from woman to woman to woman every day of his life. However, one afternoon he sees a young woman that he thinks is worth his time, unfortunately for him the woman’s father caught them together and decided that Barry’s testicles didn’t deserve his daughter. Later Barry wakes up in a hospital and is being told that they had to surgically remove his testicles.

Barry has very little to live for with this big news dropped in his lap. He subsequently finds out that he has a child on the way. Months prior, with one of his many random screws, has conceived and is due a child soon. With little going on in his life Barry decides to accept responsibility and try to figure out a way to actually get to know this woman, Ginger (Judy Greer), and through that be a part of the birth of his child and eventually his child’s life.

The movie sounds a lot like Judd Apatow’s Knocked Up and at its core it is, however it isn’t the same at all. In Knocked Up we are forced to see Rogen and Heigl’s characters try to make it work, while in this movie Ginger doesn’t like or want to like Barry. However, as you expect, soon enough she starts to imagine a life with him and that’s what keeps the movie going.

Patrick Wilson is an actor that I’ve noticed emerging into the mainstream recently. The first time I noticed him was in Hard Candy. He’s gone on to star in films like: Watchmen, Little Children and The A-Team and in every film I’ve downright loved him. Here he has to toe the line between loveable and overall creepy. He’s the guy that no woman wants to remember she slept with but you want to laugh with as he’s seducing her while she’s falling over herself after she’s had a couple more cocktails than usual and he doesn’t quite hit that mark for me. It felt more that there was a switch that the character had flipped for him – obviously with the loss of his testicles – which made him switch from those two things, and the movie needed to be a bit more subtle than that.

The movie starts out as a comedy about a guy who’ll do anything to get into another pair of panties and as deserved as his judgement is in the film we’re supposed to feel sorry for him that he lost his ‘family jewels’ and quickly transitions into a comedy about pregnancy and this odd relationship that Barry is about to have with the mother of his alleged child. Barry starts going on about how his family lineage ends with him, as if this is going to make me be okay with him now. So when the movie goes the route of the pregnant comedy I’m left to just sit there and stare. I know that the writers want me to laugh at the fact that Barry not only ends up with a child that he has no proof that he’s really the father of the soon to be born child and that of all the hot women he scored over the years the one that ends up meaning something to him is a really ugly woman, but I just found it unfulfilling.

I’ve said it before but just in case you, did like I believe you do and, just skipped to the final paragraph where I sum up my thoughts; it’s the same spirit of Knocked Up but nowhere near as funny. Chris D’Arienzo has done the unthinkable by making Patrick Wilson not only unlikable but also generally uninteresting.

IMDB says 6.2/10

Rotten Tomatoes says 38%

I say 3.0/10

Andrew Robinson

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