The Layover

If this is the kind of garbage kids are watching and absorbing with glee today, no wonder the country is in such a mess.

William H. Macy is great. William H. Macy knows funny. How could William H. Macy direct such an unholy mess?

Watching a lonely suitcase circle a baggage claim conveyor belt is more diverting.

I have seen into the abyss, and it has drained from me my very will to live. Which is to say, I have seen The Layover.

The movie's notion of fun comes to involve an unclean rest stop, slipped pills and an eminently foreseeable conclusion.

To accept these characters, you have to suspend your disbelief and any knowledge about real-life women.

Girlfriends fight over cute guy, have sex, and drink.

The Layover is not only tedious, but clueless when it comes to how women interact with each other.

William H. Macy is the star of such films as Fargo, Boogie Nights, and Magnolia... He has two Emmy Awards, three SAG awards, and an Oscar nomination under his belt. William H. Macy directed The Layover. Just, let's let that sink in for a moment.

It's impossible to suspend your disbelief to the level required by this crude and tasteless farce, which strains to be hip yet has an equally contemptuous view of both its characters and its audience.