You, Me and Dupree
Two's company. Dupree's a crowd.
Directing brothers Joe and Anthony Russo's "You, Me and Dupree" has plenty of chuckles and another sparkling, post-adolescent surfer-dude performance from Owen Wilson. Normally tagged along side the likes of Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughan, Owen does well here to carry most of the film along at a steady rate of knots. Luckily for us, the audience, Owen Wilson is a very funny guy. (As if you need any more proof than Zoolander.) Dupree (Wilson) flies to Hawaii to watch his old buddy Carl (Matt Dillon) marry his lovely girlfriend Molly (Kate Hudson). As soon as he steps into the picture—or in his case, crashes onto the wrong island—the honeymoon is over. But Carl, being the generous/foolishly naive guy that he is, invites his newly fired, homeless best man to crash at their house for a few days until he lands back on his feet. Within one week he clogs every toilet, orders HBO without permission, and botches an interview by proudly admitting he is not much of a workhorse. It looks like the third wheel has no intention of rolling away anytime soon. Within this set-up, there are a lot of opportunities for Dupree to embarrass himself and hilariously appal his new roommates. As the movie continues it becomes apparent that Dupree is no longer a annoying, middle-aged grubbing slacker; he’s the misunderstood, good-at-heart guy who cries at Audrey Hepburn movies and feels inspired by Lance Armstrong. Oh, and writes poetry. The film really is very amusing; just don’t expect any rocket science. Kate Hudson offers a surprisingly loveable performance, Matt Dillon continues the quiet rage he mastered in Crash, and Owen Wilson is up to more bubbly shenanigans. For a good laugh, You, Me and Dupree is definitely recommended. Come and find your “ness.” (There’s only one way you can find out what that means…) Owen Wilson die-hards will love it. Victoria Galloway