One of them, Bridesmaids star/scribe Kristen Wiig plays Imogene, a magazine writer in New York City so down over being dumped by her longtime boyfriend that she concocts a faked suicide attempt in order to win him back. Unfortunately, her sitcom premise backfires, forcing her to move in with her estranged mother, Zelda (Annette Bening, doing only a slight variation of her Ruby Sparks role), in New Jersey.
To further the made-for-TV feel, Zelda lives with her emotionally stunted son (Broadway star Christopher Fitzgerald), who runs a hermit-crab kiosk; rents a room to a Backstreet Boys impersonator (Darren Criss, TV's Glee); and engages in spank-heavy sex with a much younger guy (Matt Dillon, Armored) who claims to be in the CIA and says his name is George Bousche (rhymes with "douche").
Michelle Morgan's screenplay is all too silly and stupid for talents capable of so much better. This extends to married co-directors Shari Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini, working so far below the sharp, inventive level of their 2003 Harvey Pekar biopic, American Splendor, one would never guess Girl Most Likely emerged from the same team if the opening credits didn't say so. Their flawed HBO film, Cinema Verite, is a many Splendor-ed thing by comparison.
While the bulk of the dramedy is predictable, its climax is so ridiculously tidy, slapsticky and insulting, it colored what little enjoyment I got out of any scene before it. This Likely story won't slow Wiig's still-blossoming career, but it may harm that of Berman/Pulcini, which would be a shame. Rod Lott
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