This small-town dark comedy feels strangely antiquated, arriving so many years into our cultural conversation about prescription drugs. Sam Rockwell is an unhappily married pharmacist who falls for Olivia Wilde’s lonely, femme-fatale trophy wife, and together they discover a world of carefree, nonstop sex and fun by raiding his store’s supply.
The film itself, from first-time directors Geoff Moore and David Posamentier, isn’t particularly fun, though; every character is a pretty well-worn archetype, including Michelle Monaghan’s uptight, exercise-obsessed wife (who teaches spin classes, another years-late plot point). Jane Fonda, inexplicably, narrates and appears in person at the 11th hour — mostly, it seems, to utter the non-edgy word “douche.” And Ray Liotta shows up in an utterly generic role as Wilde’s absentee, but likable, husband.
Still, Rockwell is incapable of being boring, so there’s some small entertainment to be found in watching his buttoned-up beta male blossom into full Sam Rockwell.