Film Review: L!fe HappensSmugly self-regarding rom-com favors predictability over originality.
With a cutesy-catchy title (creatively rendered as L!fe Happens), a breezily tweaked spin on a contempo romantic-comedy template and three attractive, recognizable lead actresses, the calculus behind director Kat Coiro’s film is fairly transparent.
There’s certainly an audience for this sort of slick, self-absorbed comedy and the appealing casting augurs well for a brief theatrical run. But the film will most likely find its real home on the small screen, with attentive viewers curled up on the couch with a dish of ice cream.
Thirtyish hip chicks Kim (Krysten Ritter), best friend Deena (Kate Bosworth) and third wheel Laura (Rachel Bilson) share a spotless, impossibly affordable rental in L.A.’s trendy Silver Lake district. During a decisive evening of dueling hookups, Deena ends up with the last remaining condom in the house, leaving Kim unprepared in every way. Flash-forward a year and Kim is now the single mom of a baby boy (several months older than the age suggested by the narrative’s timeline), who ends up with full-time custody after the kid’s Australian pro surfer dad takes off on tour.
Her dog-walking responsibilities for a boss from hell (Kristen Johnson) pose endless scheduling challenges for Kim, but her girlfriends are always there to help with childcare, except when they flake their babysitting commitments. After all, Deena has her rapidly emerging career as a snarky romance-advice writer to pursue, not to mention the random guys frequently crossing her path. And wannabe reality-TV star and token virgin Laura always seems to have some humiliating gig as a naked human sushi platter or scantily clad parking attendant on her schedule.
Things get even more complicated when Kim decides to get back into the dating scene, rapidly meeting hunky, almost-divorced Nicholas (Geoff Stults) and inadvertently letting slip that Deena is her son’s mom. Now she has to juggle a kid and a guy while trying to figure a way out of the mess she’s created for herself.
Co-writers Coiro and Ritter fill in the schematic script with some juicy lines and amusing situations but never lock onto a consistent tone or thematic throughline. Although the character arcs are fairly predictable, there’s some nice interplay between the actors, particularly Ritter and Bosworth as the thoroughly bonded but frequently conflicted BFFs. Overall, however, the script prompts the actors to overplay their roles so broadly it’s practically squirm-worthy.
The filmmakers are definitely onto something special about relationships between women of a certain pre-middle age—the sex-positive girl-power vibe is refreshing, but the execution dissipates most of the film’s potential. These are smart, attractive, independent women who still look to men to validate their self-worth.
Coiro demonstrates an accessible, studio-style flair for directing that suits the material but rarely surprises. Doug Chamberlain’s cinematography and Kathrin Eder’s production design burnish the film’s appearance to a glossy sheen that doesn’t quite fit the women’s reduced circumstances.
—The Hollywood Reporter