I just saw Wanderlust and I can’t even tell you how much I love it.
What kind of laughs do you like? Do you enjoy a good pun? Do you like a poop joke here and there? How about some slap-stick? Is dry humor your thang? Good! It don’t even matter! This movie contains such a versatile cornucopia of humor that it is not even possible for you to not think it is funny.
I’m about to make a really bold statement, so please gird your loins. I haven’t laughed this hard/loved a comedy this much since Bridesmaids. There. I said it. I’m about to make another bold statement. I think I am going to purchase this movie when it is for sale, which I haven’t done since Titanic on VHS. Maybe that last one was a little too bold.
The basic story is Paul Rudd and Jennifer Aniston grow tired of the city life. After stumbling upon a hippie compound/permanent sleep-away camp for adults, they fling themselves into an open lifestyle. Hilarity ensues.
This reminded me of the first time I went to sleep-away camp. Just like Jen and Paul from Wanderlust, the beginning of camp was great. Life changing, even. I was resigned to go home and organize my troll dolls and practice my hang-man skills and never get in trouble for the rest of my life. I had a breakthrough in regards to my athletic abilities and I accepted the fact that I was never going to be Sporty Spice, and I was okay with that. And then, on the 3rd day of camp, someone popped the fun balloon and that someone looked a lot like a dreadlock.
I have had hair issues my whole life. The top half of my hair is pin straight, but the bottom, underneath half of my hair looks exactly like electrocuted pubic hair. If you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing it in real life, you haven’t lived. My mom once told a hairstylist, who was tasked with cutting my hairball, that she thinks I had a parasitic twin who I ate in utero, and now the twin haunts me through my hair. Needless to say, my hair situation has been dire since birth and, honestly, it remains so today. I still have no clue how to handle my ‘do and I’m 26.
When I was little my mom set in place a few rules for my hair. 1- It must be brushed morning and night. 2- I can never wear it all down. 3- I have to sleep in a braid. So when my first sleepaway camp rolled around, I, like my friends Jenn and Paul from Wanderlust, dove into the open lifestyle. I was rollin in grass, jumping in the pool, handstand contests, lip-synching, hop-scotch- and all the while my hair was flowing freely. I didn’t follow no rules! I was free!
Until on day three when they found lice on one of the girls in my bunk. We were informed that we all had to get checked and, to my horror, all of my hair freedom had tuned the underneath section of my hair into one giant dreadlock. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that there was serious talk of having to cut it out. Luckily one of the older girls stayed in with me and spent three hours brushing it out and I learned, for the millionth time, that my mom was right. It turns out, I didn’t have lice after all. My hair still has dreadlock tendencies, but I have given up on the idyllic world of sleep-away camp freedom. My hair needs rules.
You should see this movie if: you have any shred of life in your body, duh. Just trust me, I’m a movie critic.
P.S. After you see it, can we please talk about the mirror scene! Paul Rudd’s sexy hillbilly put me over the top.
I wanna know: What did you think of Wanderlust? What are you sleepaway camp horror stories? And what movie should I see next week?