"There's no way you can convince me that this is deemed to be entertainment"
I skipped seeing "The Story of Us" when it was in theaters because I had no desire to watch a movie about a married couple break apart their marriage with "fun" flashbacks of how it was.Unfortunately, I was forced to watch it in my literary approach to film class. What a waste of time! "The Story of Us" is for voyeuristic masochists only --who else has the inducement to watch the deterioration of a marriage as a form of entertainment? Bruce Willis and Michelle Pfeiffer are a pugnacious couple with two kids, who almost call it quits. ("Katie (Pfeiffer) was my best friend. Now I don't know what we are besides Josh and Erin's parents") That's it. Show's over. Does Rob Reiner, who writes and directs here, think he's enlightening his audience? Why would a couple, married or dating, want to see this? All it would accomplish is making them paranoid. It's plainly unbearable; all you hear is "fuck this," "fuck that," "fuck you!" No, fuck me! "The Story of Us" is a load of whining and complaining. I might sound hypocritical because plenty of times I champion movies for their realisticness and searing portrayals. Where "Us" wants to be realistic for dealing with the subject of divorce, it doesn't do it right, nor interestingly. For all the efforts of trying to make Willis and Pfeiffer like real people, every single other character is composed of superficialities. What kind of escape is this supposed to be? And to throw in Reiner's sexist attitude, he writes the women to be lesser likable, because where Willis doesn't look good for getting off so easily, it doesn't give you any further ammunition to dislike him. With Pfeiffer, it's made to seem as if she's always the one creating conflicts and never listening to him. "The Story of Us" is an unendurable hell. I would have left if I could, but I was forced to stay.Final Verdict: F.