You, Me and Dupree: Critic Reviews

The joke, of course, is that it's really Owen Wilson who's in control. He can't play the dazed rogue forever, but for now he's the happy master of that domain.

There are several problems with the romantic comedy You, Me and Dupree, not least that there is no filmmaking to speak of.

A dire cuckoo-in-the-nest comedy.

This is cringe-inducing humor at its most wooden.

Artistically, You, Me and Dupree is a mess. Technically, it's an abomination. Spiritually, it's a void. Commercially, it'll probably be a big hit.

Wilson is the most intolerable of all. Watching him slack his way through this movie made me feel like Lou Dobbs. I didn't like Dupree. I wanted him deported.

The movie goes from being another mildly depressing lump of unrealized comic potential to being an actively unpleasant experience.

Wilson, Dillon and Hudson are likable stars, and there are moments when their characters make a convincing circle of friends. But the Russo brothers don't have the maturity to blend the two prongs of the story they've written.

You, Me And Dupree drains Owen Wilson's tank of charm down to the fumes.

You, Me & Dupree is best when Wilson is on-screen, mucking around with exquisite deadbeat timing, baring his all -- or his almost -- as the situation demands.

You, Me and Dupree features three first-rate actors in need of a first-rate movie.

When he's firing on all cylinders, Wilson plays the trickster catalyst, the knowing knave with charming lassitude. Now if only his accidental sage can find a fable worth his goofball wisdom.

You, Me and Dupree has the feel of a film that could have gone in any number of directions, and perhaps at one time went in all of them.

The end product feels less funny than formulaic. Not to mention profoundly disheartening.

Working with a shapeless script, directors Anthony and Joe Russo (Welcome to Collinwood) can't figure out what they're making.

Amiable if ragtag.

If Wilson's trademark grin is looking jaundiced by the finale, he has only himself to blame. With You, Me and Dupree, he has produced a movie as lazy and immature as its title character.

You, Me and Dupree is lazy, obvious, never emotionally real and, most unfortunately, sporadically funny at best. It's a movie you've seen before and you've seen done better. Owen, it's time to grow up.

Although the movie offers a few chuckles here and there, it fails on almost every level.

A middling third-wheel comedy elevated a couple of notches by the ineffably weird charms of Owen Wilson.

Think of the uncompromisingly mediocre comedy You, Me and Dupree as a referendum on whether audiences are tiring of Owen Wilson's beatific stoner dude character as rapidly as I am.

This is the worst movie Wilson has made since he graduated from being Jackie Chan's punch line.

Owen Wilson is perilously close to doing a Dupree on his own career, by wearing out his welcome.

Director brothers Anthony and Joe Russo manage to keep the pace moving for the first two-thirds, steering clear of overt touchy-feeliness or extreme gross-outs. Then they suddenly lose their grip, and Wilson's good 20 minutes is up.

You, Me and Dupree seems to have been made by people who don't know the difference between a light comedy and an inconsequential one.