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12/18/2012 08:14 am ET | Updated Feb 17, 2013

Movie Review: The Guilt Trip

An icon of the baby-boom generation, Barbra Streisand, teams up with the free-spirited shlub-star of the Millenials, Seth Rogen, in The Guilt Trip, a movie whose wit is never as sharp as its heart is warm.

For a comedy with heart, this film by Anne Fletcher is unfortunately short on laughs. That's not as painful as it might seem; thankfully, writer Dan Fogelman isn't offering lame setup-punchline material. Instead, this is meant to be character comedy with feeling. The feeling is there; the laughs, however, are on the skimpy side.

Rogen plays Andrew, an organic chemist who lives in L.A. after receiving his doctorate from UCLA. But he's headed home to suburban New Jersey to see his widowed (and overbearing) mother Joyce (that would be Streisand), who seems to leave him several voice messages an hour in anticipation of his arrival. He's coming to town for a brief visit, before he hits the road by car to make a cross-country driving trip, where he'll pitch a new cleaning product he's invented, at the headquarters of Costco, Kmart and the like. (Yes, I know -- already a far-fetched premise.)

Mom is a hoverer and a worrier, someone whose child has been her whole life since the death of her husband before the boy reached adolescence. She's not overbearing, just relentless; he deflects her questions and advice with sarcastic remarks, waving them off as though each little verbal exchange with her is a gnat buzzing around his head, something to be brushed away.

But when she tells him a story about the man who got away -- the guy she wanted to marry who wouldn't marry her (and for whom she named Andrew) -- it gives him a different appreciation for her and the disappointments in her life. On a guilt-driven whim, he asks if she would like to make the cross-country drive with him.

So it turns into a road movie, and a formulaic one at that. The one constant is his inability to overcome his own horrible sales pitch to potential corporate customers, who he's trying to interest in launching his product. He always puts a smiley face on the results -- "I think it went well," he tells her after each meeting -- to keep her from worrying, but he's going nowhere fast, sort of like this movie.

Do they get on each other's nerves? You might as well ask whether Barry Bonds and Lance Armstrong were juicing.

This review continues on my website.

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