Written and directed by the Duplass Brothers (Mark and Jay) in their first mainstream feature, “Cyrus” is a great vehicle for both Shrek-faced John C. Reilly and obese-party boy Jonah Hill, playing two-sides of the same coin at different ages.
Lonely divorcé John meets pretty single woman Molly (Marisa Tomei) at a Los Angeles bash, while he’s drunk and urinating in the backyard. “Nice penis,” she says, breaking the ice in a big way. Before long, he has got her in bed, ecstatic and barely believing his good fortune.
But that amazing providential luck is short lived. John soon finds that Molly has an almost 22-year son, Cyrus, who lives at home and has yet to be weaned, psychologically and maybe literally. After semi-seriously telling John, “Don’t f-ck my mother,” Cyrus doesn’t hesitate to walk into the bathroom when Mom is taking a shower. The first night that John sleeps over, Molly leaves the bedroom door open. On later nights, it isn’t closed for long, when Molly rushes to comfort Cyrus during his “panic attacks.”
John, also has arrested development hang-ups. He is fiercely co-dependent on his saint-like ex-wife Jamie (Catherine Keener), a child-like dependency that threatens to disrupt her impending betrothal to tolerant husband two, Tim (Matt Walsh).
“Cyrus” is a unique psycho comedy that doesn’t go for big Farrelly brothers laughs.
The Duplass Brothers have arrived. Watch out.