Whether it was Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Hope & Crosby, Martin & Lewis -- or such modern attempts as Eddie Murphy and Nick Nolte, or Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan -- the dynamic never varies between the cool guy and the eager wannabe who never will, but who'll win our hearts with his misguided, comically unsuccessful efforts.
Do acts of bravery by the Taliban deserve movies celebrating, honoring, and fetishizing them? Are they also heroes? Or, when it comes to non-Americans, do we hold those fighters to a different standard, now claiming that context really does matter? Watching a movie like Lone Survivor, I can't help thinking about issues like these.
Theodore has no luck with the ladies -- even when they're practically drawing him illustrations of the human reproductive act. He's bereft after a break-up, convinced he's doomed to a life of solitude. Then he installs Samantha and she not only organizes his life -- she gets him, in a way that no one ever has gotten him.