Wait, Does Iffy Rom-Com ‘Me Him Her’ Mean to Imply Lesbians Just Need Some Man-Action?


The directorial debut of Max Landis, who penned the scripts for Chronicle and American Ultra, the manic sex comedy Me Him Her has an admirably buoyant energy but a murky message and shortage of laughs.

At the film’s outset, Brendan (Luke Bracey), the star of an NCIS-like show, calls his best friend, Cory (Dustin Milligan), in a panic: He thinks he might be gay, and he begs his high school buddy to come to L.A. to do “emotional damage control.” There, Cory meets Gabbi (Emily Meade), a lesbian who’s just been dumped by her girlfriend. The two hit it off and end up having sex, spurring Cory to spend the rest of the movie chasing her down.

At times Landis seems to be aiming for the feverish energy of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World — the impractically passionate characters are just shy of believable, and there are a few cartoonish gags, like one in which both Gabbi and Brendan wake up from phallocentric sex dreams to find huge, papier-mâché penises at their bedsides.

But Me Him Her lacks cleverness and coherence. Cory’s not nearly as adorable as Landis wants him to be, and the sexual politics drag things down — is Me Him Her suggesting that we all just need a little dick? That message seems unintentional, but it’s hard to know what else to extrapolate from Meade’s character, who’s just about the straightest gay person I’ve ever seen; she wears the kind of outfits — jeans cut off at the knee, white tank tops under plaid shirts — you might find in a Google image search for “what do lesbians wear?” The movie is more enamored with its hyper-stylized surface than its characters’ depths.

Me Him Her
Written and directed by Max Landis
Opens March 11, Cinema Village
Available on demand