If I were Josef Goebbels, I’d probably review this film like this (including spoilers): “Another farce made, this time by the Americans. When will they know that successful propaganda can be successful only when the arguments used work to their advantage, and not against them? Here, a homosexual cuts his wrists. Are we to feel akin to him through this? The upbringing of the American nuclear family implodes throughout this film; the father has failed in the upbringing of his family, his white family. How can this be? We would never allow this through our media, yet another fact displaying the fall of the socialist regime. His woman is let to shout at him unpunished, and he has failed in rearing his female child, which rules him at a whim to partake in a vain, American cultural contest which is nonsensical as their child is not Aryan. The child, the female child, rules the male parent? Unheard of in The Reich!The only person to respect in the beginning of this nonsense is the masculine child, who revers Nietzsche, yet has his goal obliterated by gay propaganda. All in all: nothing to see. Even Leni could have jolted life into this mess. Two swastikas down.”

I, on the other hand, like this film, which is a feel-gooder; Steve Carrell plays the best part seen him do so far (much like Adam Sandler in “Punch-drunk Love”), and the script and tempo works much to the film’s advantage. There is almost no soundtrack, and the action is sparse, which also works good. This film is like having a relaxing bath, yet I stayed on my toes as the film challenged me by not being linear. It’s enticing on several levels. All in all, sweet, and the finale is loveable on many a level. I recommend it.