
The poster hit the other day, and now there’s a full trailer for Jeff Who Lives at Home, a Duplass Brothers comedy (Cyrus, The Puffy Chair) starring Ed Helms and Jason Segel, the two most likable dudes around outside of Paul Rudd and Sam Rockwell. Segel plays the titular Jeff, who lives at home in his mom’s basement like a blogger stereotype (I’ll admit, my hair does look almost exactly like that), and Helms plays his brother, whose wife (Judy Greer) is cheating on him (hence all hedge-hiding).
It’s not the most original premise, but the Duplass Brothers have always been less about original premise and more about a natural vibe between the characters (I assume they rehearse the hell out of this and a lot of the dialog is improvised) and finding humor in the minutiae of inter-character interactions. I liked Cyrus a lot, but I also kind of wish they weren’t always jamming the camera up their characters’ nostrils. I think it’d be just as funny without the Tourette’s-y camera work and seemingly purposeless quick zooms.
Also, they sort of hit every shot in the indie-dramedy trailer checklist.
- Acoustic guitar soundtrack
- A cheating wife, a comedic stakeout.

- Sibling rivalry
- Someone dies

- Protagonist running

- Emotional moment in water

- Comedic car crash towards the end
Hitting rock bottom, then relaxing somewhere unconventional

- Finish with a family hug

I’m not saying it won’t be good, because I like most of these movies, but let’s try to hide the formula a little better, huh? Otherwise, you might as well just call the studio “Fox Vantage Sony Searchlight Paramount Pictures Classic.”



I was into indie trailers before they were cliche
I think “Indie” is racially insensitive. They should be called “Native American” films.
No, no! You call him Doctah Jones!
I am ready for Evil Spock Ed Helms. If you’re going to go for it, go for it.
I thought I was looking at a pic of Vince with Ed Helms until I noticed there wasn’t a flannel shirt.
Needs more sweater vests and ties with tiny whales embroidered on them. But still, aaaaaawww.
Yes, the best way to get your whore wife to wipe the other guy’s semen off her face is to tell her how desperate–I mean desperately in love with her–you are. Chicks can’t get enough of that pathetic, clingy type.
That was my main complaint with “Everything Must Go.” He’s a likeable guy (with a slight drinking habit) married to a shrew who leaves the house after changing the locks and putting all HIS stuff on the lawn and freezing all his finances. When he finally gets back in, he leaves all her shit intact, and learns a lesson about how he was wrong and she was right, even when she boned his AA sponsor.
If there is a regular dude in an Indie movie, the lesson he learns is that he needs to cuddle and share his feelings more.
Are all Indie comedy writers the most limp-wristed herbs around? Watching Indie movies is a love-hate experience every time for me: I like a lot of the clever, but by the end I’m just overwhelmed with rage at how the lesson to be learned every time is how to behave like a cuckolded pussy.
Spoiler Alert.
Yeah, I love how they always make it seem like the spurned protagonist has to chase pussy to get his shitty wife back, and not, you know, for the simple pleasure of new pussy.
I agree, you have to be brave enough to step outside of the formula. For instance, my Susan Smith biopic script indeed has an emotional moment in water, but I really worked hard to mute the comedy aspects of the car crash.
Saw this at the Austin Film Festival.. It was very Indie Comedy, but pretty likeable. Also, Susan Sarandon in a wet white shirt.
Love me some SusSar. I made that up. Don’t judge me. White Palace is great.
Needs more Mr McGibblets.