By Morgan Skovich

Written and directed by Jay Duplass and Mark Duplass, Jeff, Who Lives at Home occurs within a single, yet highly eventful day. We’ve got Pat (Ed Helms) who wants to test out his new Porsche which in turn makes him discover his wife Linda cheating on him. Jeff, (Jason Segel), Pats brother, on the other hand, faces an equally stressful and daunting challenge of running an errand for his mother (Susan Sarandon).

We’ve seen it numerous times through films within the past few years – grown men who behave like children, grown men who protest against the way the world really is – a prime example, Step Brothers.

Each of these “man-children “offer their own special innocence – balancing their evoking traits of aggression and slackness but with more appealing qualities of honesty and sweetness.

But Jason Segel is special; his character in Jeff, Who lives at Home is an unusually gentle and dreamy specimen.

Jeff is certain that ordinary occurrences in his life have special meaning. Is it his pothead paranoia, simple stupidity or…?

Helms’ character Pat, would be anxious to choose the second option – but that’s because of his own delusional self-regard. Pat sees himself as a go-getter guy, a winner. But really, he’s sarcastic and insensitive.

The audience is encouraged to laugh at Jeff and feels sympathy for him. At 30 he spends his time in his mother’s basement, doing drugs and watching TV, pondering his destiny. But as his destiny unfolds, you come to really admire him.

The magical thinking that makes its way into the last minutes of the film is extravagant. The ending is a test of the audience’s openness – the Duplass brothers want to make you believe in something, though it’s also possible that they’re only fooling you.