Even before the maddeningly smug faux-bohemian denouement, we've turned off and tuned out. Bummer.

There is no narrative cohesion to the film, no pull towards any of the characters, no emotional connection that made anything going onscreen resonate beyond a superficial level.

Wanderlust is flawed, too, but for its exploration of financial ruin and alternative lifestyles, it shows once again that Aniston, at the very least, knows which way the wind is blowing.

Several scenes may induce guffaws or shocked gasps, but this is the kind of all-too-common comedy that leaves the viewer with no reason to watch it again.