In this plot, if you can say a movie like this even has one, the Manboys aren’t placed in a contrived situation, they simply exist. Jobless, 39-year-old Brennan lives with his divorced mom Nancy (Mary Steenburgen) with no purpose in life beyond his existence as a foul-mouthed couch potato. Nancy decides to get married, she and Brennan move in with her new husband Robert (Richard Jenkins) and his son 40-year-old son Dale, also a shiftless manboy. As expected, the two “boys” instantly hate each other and find all sorts of ways to torture one another.
Eventually, having had enough of the brawling, the parents issue an ultimatum: get jobs or else. Of course, having been enabled in this bad behavior for 20 years, Dale and Brennan have no real skills which leads to a ridiculous string of interviews for the two that only showcase their stupidity. The boys finally bond over a mutual hatred of Brennan’s egotistical younger brother Derek and a mutual love of actor John Stamos. Now fast friends they decide to start an entertainment business together, with predictable results.
Despite great performances by the leads, and Brennan’s and Dale’s completely believable goofiness, there is a mean-spiritedness about the film seen in some of the things they do to one another. To say nothing of the over-the-top crudity of it all. The Manboys eventually see how their immaturity is destroying their parents' marriage. In the end the message of the film leads to the predictable: it’s really best if 40-year-olds act like men and not children. Follow your dreams but remember your responsibilities. If you are a Ferrell fan who can overlook the film’s flaws and ignore the non-stop coarseness, there may be some laughs here for you. If not, the trashiness greatly overshadows the funny.
CAUTIONS: Please note, there is almost more vulgarity in this film than can be catalogued. My notes below should be considered the highlights (or lowlights) and not a comprehensive list of cautions.