JUST GO WITH IT: stinks worse than a sack of angry, frightened, sweaty skunks

I never ever give up on a film. No matter how bad or boring I make it a rule to stick with it to the end. How else can I offer an honest assessment if I haven't seen it through to the bitter end?  If I switch off early I might miss the miraculous, cinematic equivalent of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead.
I made an exception to this golden rule for JUST GO WITH IT.

I stoically bore the pain for 52 minutes before pulling the plug. To put it plainly Adam Sandler's latest romantic comedy is unwatchable crap.
In truth I knew this from 2 minutes in. Right from the opening shots it's clear there's not going to be the digital equivalent of a single frame of originality in the ensuing two hours. This cookie cutter rom-com is the cinematic equivalent of a paint by numbers picture of an empty cardboard box. Director Dennis Dugan and his screenwriters have packed the witless script with every tired convention and overused cliche of the genre, chucked in some blatant product placements (I spotted Pizza Hut, Pepsi, Hilton Honors and Barney's New York without even trying) and then wound up the clockwork key in the back of stars Sandler and Jennifer Aniston and pushed them in front of the camera to lifelessly regurgitate the witless dialogue.
I've never been a fan of Sandler's brand of manchild humour but even that would have been welcome in place of the characterless performance he offers here. Both he and Aniston go through the motions with an evident and understandable lack of enthusiasm for the material. Aniston's inability (or is it unwillingness?) to pick material that's something more than third rate is one of Hollywood's abiding mysteries, although some of the dross she's put her name to in the past looks like 'Citizen Kane' compared to JUST GO WITH IT.
This is not just rubbish, it's rubbish that insults our intelligence after picking our pocket, taking ticket money from us under the false pretense of offering entertainment in return. And now I've got that off my chest I will not waste any more of my time or energy on getting angry about it.This is already considerably more attention than it deserves.

GREENBERG: Stiller's straight turn is a turn off

GREENBERG is not a film that sells itself. The title tells us nothing except that a guy called Greenberg is probably involved in the story somewhere, and maybe he's Jewish. 
It's a fair bet that Greenberg is a guy because if he were a she she'd have a first name too. Think "Erin Brockovitch" or "The Diary of Anne Frank." It's only polite to give a lady her full name.
In the absence of an enticing title GREENBERG has to rely on word of mouth to pull in paying customers. And in this kind of situation it really does help if those who've seen it feel able to utter good words from their mouth to encourage others to do the same.
I'm not one of those early adoptors. 
Having just sat through this enormously disappointing film I'm afraid that only bad words will spill from my lips. To put it another way - I'm going to badmouth GREENBERG.
Watching comedians stretch themselves artistically can be a tedious experience. For every Peter Sellers in "Being There" there's a dozen Adam Sandler's in "Punch Drunk Love" or Jim Carrey's in "The Majestic." To that latter list can now be added Ben Stiller as Roger Greenberg.
Roger's a 40 year old adolescent, selfish, self-centred and oblivious to anyone and anything that doesn't help him get what he wants, even when he doesn't know what it is that he wants - which is most of the time.

Fresh out of a stay in a mental hospital he relocates to Los Angeles to house sit for his vacationing brother, which fits perfectly with his plan to do nothing for a while. But doing nothing doesn't preclude him from messing with the head of Florence (Greta Gerwig), his brother's 25 year old personal assistant. Florence, who clearly has issues connected to self worth, finds herself falling for Roger and allows him to play her like a fish,  reeling her in then throwing her back only to reel her in again.
And when he's not screwing with Florence's emotions he's hamfistedly trying to reconnect not only with the fellow members of a band he singlehandedly wrecked years earlier (including an incredibly restrained Rhys Ifans as Ivan, a Welshman inexplicably living in LA), but also with a woman (Jennifer Jason Leigh giving it plenty of "look at me, I'm acting") he dated briefly 15 years ago and who can't remember anything about their time together.
GREENBERG is Stiller's most subdued performance ever. He drifts through the story giving away very little in terms of emotion or consideration for others. But where Peter Sellers portrayal of Chance, in "Being There," as a blank canvas onto which others projected their desires is intriguing and appealing, there's nothing likeable about GREENBERG's demeanor which gives us precious little reason to continue watching.
I stuck with it because I kept hoping something would happen to give GREENBERG his comeuppance but it never does. The story never sparks into life and Stiller's playing it straight just becomes tiresome.
I was hoping for much more from director Noah Baumbach after "The Squid and the Whale" (now there's an intriguing title) which I enjoyed so much. GREENBERG is neither fish nor fowl. It's not a comedy nor a drama or even a character study. For the last descriptor to apply there'd have to be a character to study and Stiller's effort to go straight and serious doesn't do it.