A rambling indie comedy about a shambling hippie man-child, Our Idiot Brother sets loose a sweetly innocent farmer (Paul Rudd) amongst uptight urban siblings (Elizabeth Banks, Zooey Deschanel and Emily Mortimer), and … well, that’s about it, really.
There’s no particular high-concept rationale or low-rent aesthetic to the comedy that ensues. There are laughs — quite a few, in fact — though somehow not in the sort of sequences that build on one another to achieve outright hilarity. The rhythms are gentle, the smiles plentiful, the chuckles frequent, with the overall effect about as pleasantly innocuous as the film’s hero.
Rudd plays Ned, an adorably shaggy organic farmer so innately trusting and generous that in the film’s opening scene, he offers a therapeutic bag of weed to a uniformed policeman who claims to be having a bad week. Released from jail a bit later, and evicted by a moody girlfriend (Kathryn Hahn) who decides to keep his dog, Ned finds himself with nowhere to go. So he drifts from one sister’s home to the next, theoretically looking for work, but mostly just couch-surfing and annoying his hosts by blurting out privileged information.
It’s information that he comes by honestly, being so open and guileless that folks just naturally confide in him. I’m not sure this would actually happen in real life; I suspect most people would become more guarded, not less, in the presence of someone as dorkily clueless as Ned. But the screenplay (by Evgenia Peretz and her husband, David Schisgall) sets up the notion persuasively enough, and benefits mightily from having Rudd on hand to sell it.
“I like to think if you put your trust out there,” Ned explains a little too baldly in one scene, “people will rise to the occasion.”