Craig Waterman is a suburban dad in middle age who favors extremely puffy jackets, yearns to see the new Marvel movie and is so uncool that he lobbies his town to have speed bumps installed. Naturally, he has no friends.
That changes one day when a misdirected package arrives in the mail and he trots off to hand deliver it to his new neighbor, Austin Carmichael, who has a ’70s vibe — a mustache, soul patch and a neckerchief. He’s a TV weatherman and fronts a punk band. Naturally, he has a tight group of male friends.
So begins Andrew DeYoung’s auspicious debut feature Friendship, which tackles modern masculinity and male loneliness with biting satire and humor, taking detours into horror and the surreal.
Craig (Tim Robinson, at his awkward best) is instantly smitten — platonically — by Austin (Paul Rudd, at his charismatic best) and why would he not? The neighbor is everything Craig is not. Craig is like one of those loser characters in the Progressive Insurance commercials about not becoming your parents. “It’s a school night for me!” he’ll announce when the party is just getting started.
“Might be nice to have a pal, a bud,” suggests Craig’s wife, a wonderful Kate Mara, who is drifting away from her husband. His teenage son is, too. You would be as well if your dad ended a conversation with “Stay curious!”


