What makes it different from others?

hyped garbage

Instead, you get a movie that's enjoyable enough, but leaves you feeling like it could have been much, much more.

Fanciful, disturbing, and wildly original, it announces the arrival of a fresh, bold voice in American cinema.

This movie is so off Hollywood that most stores don't carry it. I sought it out because it gives a rare starring role to Patrick Wilson, a talented and amazingly handsome character actor. He has been my idol since I saw his co-star turn in Little Children, and if you like him you will want to check him out. Even with his looks muted by bad hair and a ridiculous goatee, he is a pleasure to watch. Barry Munday works better as a romance than a comedy, and better as a character study than either. Munday is a recognizable caricature of American men as seen by a resentful feminist like his co-protagonist Ginger Farley (Judy Greer). Much of the movie is amusing, but it is rarely LOL funny. Munday starts out the film as an unambitious schlub whose only genuine interest is chasing skirts. The father of one of his amours follows him into a theater and smashes his testicles with a trumpet, so that they have to be removed. Just as he recovers, Ginger, one of his last hookups, claims to be pregnant with his child. At first coldly contemptuous of Barry, she gradually warms to him, even as he grows to become a loving husband and father. Aware that he can have no other children, Barry uneasily bypasses several hints that he is not the real father. The first time I saw this, I was disappointed that Barry seems to react to his "accident" as if he lost an IRS refund check. But instead of becoming angry, Munday even more uncentered than he was before and uses different approaches to acting like an adult. Toward the end, as Barry and Ginger come to a mutually supportive relationship, he literally finds his voice and his face just glows. The movie is not entirely clear where Barry and Ginger wind up, however. It is clear that Ginger and Barry come to love one another. But their scene in bed ends in an unsatisfactory way, she doesn't marry him, and she doesn't give the daughter his name, even though he badly wants her to. At the end, we are told rather than shown that Barry, Ginger, and their respective families are happy. Greer appropriately repellent at the outset and handles her transformation convincingly. The supporting cast does well, especially Jean Smart as Barry's mother.

As others have testified, Patrick Wilson's Barry is treated like the worst human alive for reasons not made clear...enough. He's a womanizer? Yeah, and all the women he bedded WANTED it at the time, including Judy Greer's Ginger. I got so sick of her constant berating that I had to yell some unspeakable words at the screen. Sorry, Ginger, but you had it comin'! What makes it all bearable is Wilson's good-ole-guy Barry, almost innocent in his train-wreck approach to women. He seems so sweet and puppy dog up against all the arseholes who use him to channel their inner hatreds against. And Ginger eventually softens up and owns up to her fault and has a pretty good line about the blessings of ugliness. Good enough all around to watch instantly if you have Netflix.

I'm not sure what genre this movie was supposed to fall under. Comedy? It isn't funny. Drama? Get serious.What we have is a guy who loses his testicles under ridiculous circumstances, and seems OK with it from the start. Me, I'd be pretty upset, but hey, maybe I'm just nutty. Apparently, this is supposed to be hilarious--a guy losing his balls--because... Well, specifically because it's a guy.Roughly 90% of the movie is spent with almost everyone treating the main character like total garbage, including general nastiness and incessant name-calling. Why this happens, I've no idea. Was it supposed to be funny? It's not. Why is Ginger so incredibly hostile? The two main characters had consensual sex, and she is every bit to blame for the situation as he is. She informs him that she's pregnant, and rather than blow her off, he steps up to the plate and tries being nothing short of an excellent man and father. Yet this is met with nothing but hostility.Oh yes, she tells her family that he raped her. Comedy gold! And of course, he forgoes the paternity test. Uh... WHY would he do this? Because someone he doesn't even know claims she was a virgin before they had a one-night stand? Sure. Very realistic.Not funny, not entertaining, and constantly annoying. There is no reason to watch this movie.

Womanizer becomes tamed when he loses his balls (literally, folks) and learns he is to be a father from a one-night-stand he'd forgotten about. The movie starts out showing what Barry Munday was like before he became Barry "No Balls" Munday. He was a slacker who goofed off at work and made passes at the women who worked there. And when not at work, he continued this behavior on his own time. Eventually, his tom cat ways catch up to him (early in the movie) when his nuts are crushed by a trumpet wielded by an angry father in a movie theater. After mourning his balls for a short period, he later learns he is to be a father from a brief encounter earlier. He becomes a changed man; responsible, sensitive, kind; a loving, attentive father-to-be. This movie is "unspoilable". I am ABSOLUTELY confident of this since it's already spoiled by an unfunny script. I guarantee you that if you look out your window for an hour and a half, or so, you will see something as interesting if not more so FREE OF CHARGE. Listed as a comedy, it's more something that "intends to be" or "tries to be" because it's NOT funny. The most it will do for you is possibly make you crack a smile in one or two places; that's it. I had no problem with the cast. They are a likable enough bunch. It's the story --as it usually is when a movie fails to deliver-- that sucks. Love, Boloxxxi.