There aren’t many things that a comedy has to do in order to be considered a success. If it’s consistently funny throughout its run time and it doesn’t overstay its welcome, then pretty much it did what it needed to do. No big whoop. Trainwreck, the new romantic comedy from writer/star Amy Schumer and director Judd Apatow manages to accomplish both, which is kind of a miracle given how long and shaggy Apatow’s last few movies have gotten, but somehow it still doesn’t quite accomplish everything it needs to in order to be considered a complete success. It’s a success with an asterisk next to the word.
Before we get into the good and bad of the film, let’s talk a little bit about the story. Schumer stars as a girl named Amy, which I guess is supposed to make us believe that the role she’s written for herself is close to her heart and fairly confessional. Her character writes for a trashy men’s magazine during the day and spends her nights binge drinking and having one-night stands, which might have been cute when she was in her twenties, but is starting to look pretty depressing now that she’s getting older. All of that changes when she is assigned to write a story about a successful new sports surgeon (Bill Hader) though, because not only is there a spark between them, but he also ends up being the sort of stable, legit guy who she never goes for. Can a woman who’s lived her whole life as the titular train wreck actually settle down and have a real relationship, or have the life patterns she’s established for herself doomed her to a fate of self-sabotage?