Jeff Who Lives at Home  
		
		The latest directorial outing from 
		mumblecore poster boys Jay and Mark Duplass and the follow-up to their 
		excellent 2010 John C. Reilly/Jonah Hill vehicle Cyrus, Jeff 
		Who Lives at Home is another well-intentioned and quintessentially 
		indie addition to their burgeoning DIY canon. 
		
		Unemployed 30-year-old stoner Jeff (Jason 
		Segal) is fond of many things: ruminating, penning thoughtful missives 
		in his journal, analysing the movie Signs for hidden messages; in 
		fact, pretty much anything that doesn’t require him to get off the 
		couch.  After receiving a mysterious telephone call in which someone 
		repeatedly asks for ‘Kevin,’ Jeff rouses himself to action.  Ostensibly 
		heading to the hardware store on an errand for his mother (Susan 
		Sarandon), he looks for clues as to the significance of his ‘Kevin’ 
		phone call, and in the process forges a long-overdue with his estranged 
		older brother (Ed Helms) who disdains both Jeff’s lifestyle and his 
		errant flights of pothead whimsy. 
		
		Criticising this film feels about as 
		mean-spirited as picking on a retarded kid.  It was obviously shot on a 
		modest budget and the Brothers Duplass are by now experts at putting 
		together a sophisticated looking indie flick on a shoestring.  But when 
		a film runs 80 minutes and still feels like it meanders around its 
		central themes that probably isn’t the best sign, and although the 
		writer-director tag team have once more assembled a stellar cast it’s 
		only really Sarandon who shines.  Jason Segal isn’t allowed enough 
		freedom to display the wit or charm that have been so abundantly 
		apparent on previous films like Forgetting Sarah Marshall and 
		I Love You Man, coming across more as a stoned doofus instead of the 
		quirky oddball that was intended, and apart from the addition of a 
		goatee Ed Helms could be showing up to work in The Office, 
		failing to really lose himself in his (fairly stock) character like he 
		did in Cedar Rapids or The Hangover. 
		
		Jeff Who Lives at Home is, like its 
		central character, simple, sweet-hearted and a little bit slow.  It’s 
		also somewhat difficult to warm to, no matter how good its intentions. 
		
		Bonus Features
		
		None.