Paul Rudd is a mind hug and Jennifer Aniston is aspirin, but put them together and it’s a fucking coma.
I waited for Wanderlust, I actually delayed gratification because I was looking forward to it so much. I waited for the popcorn to arrive and the heating to kick in and for everyone to be warm and snug and happy.
The jokes aren’t funny, the plot isn’t interesting, none of the characters are likeable and nothing about it makes you feel good.
I know, shocking. Sorry.