Not that Jake comes off any better. His arc, too, is unbelievable. At the end, when all is said and done, the problems that brought on his addiction are still there, no effort has been made to eradicate them entirely. For all the talking the characters do, neither of them feel the need to see a therapist and truly own - or advance past - their illnesses. But instead of displaying any true interest in the characters that inhabit her film, Headland throws vile material at the screen, hoping that some of it - any of it - will stick. It doesn't though, and what's left is a predictable narrative that kicks and screams to make itself heard. There's nothing new to be seen here. In fact, everything Sleeping with Other People does reinstates how stereotypical, hateful and audience-pleasing Hollywood comedies can often be.
Jamie Neish | @EmptyScreens