"I don't care about any of the characters."
That's exactly the point. You find yourself not being able to identify with or root for any of the characters, because they're all schmucks. But isn't that interesting - once you realize this, the movie becomes VERY complex in my opinion. Each of the characters exhibits various neuroses that lie in EVERYONE's unconscious. Perhaps it's a little uncomfortable. Each of these people is screwed up in his or her own self-absorbed deluded way. Sound familiar? That's us, people!
So then the question becomes, WHY are they so screwed up? And I think the answer to that lies in the relation between the sexes. That's what the whole film is dancing around. It's a tragicomedy. It's so depressing to see how *beep* and meaningless their problems are - whining about babies, porn addictions, Botox... but then, you have to laugh hysterically too, when the guys jump out like heroes in the end to "save" their "princesses" and win back their prison-cell-esque relationships. Really! Is that not comical? At the end, don't you just want to bash them all upside the head?
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