Some beautiful cinematography, here, that makes you understand why Kubrick was a fan. Brooks has a real Kubrick-like patience and dynamism presenting us with the seemingly banal, and digging a bit deeper. Story-wise, this gets a little tired towards the end, but the extended scene in which Brooks finds himself home alone having taken qualudes is one of the unsung masterpieces of comic cinema.
I just wish Mary had been more active/less of a cliche or Robert's psychosis had been more obvious to everyone else. I feel like the tone should have been more biting/satirical. However, the commentary on filmmaking was on point. "You might be right, but do it the other way."
The title, like Brooks' overriding sense of humor, is bluntly on-point and deviously ironic. It also deserves its deceptively ambitious title, honestly capturing the tone of post-lib relationships. This film is cynical but desirous of romance, informed by jealousy and fits of unrestrained devotion. Funny and devastating, often at the same time.
About two people who believe that because they've got the sex part down that's reason enough to be a couple. Hilarious. Throw in some great moviemaking humor and a terrific little scene with Albert's brother, Bob "Super Dave" Einstein ("Waddya gonna do? You gonna run broke?") and you have, for me, Brooks' best film.