Despite my initial bafflement at the zealous use of camera zoom and odd lighting decisions, Jeff, Who Lives At Home actually made me cry by the end of it, and I can’t remember the last time I cried real, streaming tears.
I got a little watery-eyed at my brother’s wedding last weekend, but I still “held it together” as I stood beside him at the altar in front of 350 people and watched pure happiness radiate from the face of his bride as she looked up into his eyes. Possibly my crying was because this film is about a relationship between two brothers, and when I was watching the film—in the theater, by myself—it gave me the opportunity to finally get in touch with those feelings I was trying to suppress during the wedding.
But anyway, the point is that this film has a very different tone than the average movie-goer is used to but I liked it a lot and I hope you will, too. (Which is to say I hope it’s not just me…)
Edit: I liked it a whole lot more than Jay and Mark Duplass’ previous film, Cyrus.









