The mainstream comedy genre has become in recent years a kind of breeding ground for male arrested development—in all its slovenly, sexist, drunken glory—with such enthusiastic gusto that it comes as a genuine surprise that I Love You, Man is perhaps the first to make male bonding its actual subject. Coming out of the era of Bravo-induced metrosexuality in which being sensitive, caring, and attuned to personal hygiene and style were criteria of successful modern masculinity, Hamburg’s film finds room to celebrate the inner caveman without discarding all of the refinements. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)