Is it possible to completely loathe the premise on which a film is based, while still kind of enjoying watching it? It must be, because that's pretty much where I stand on Bart Freundlich's Trust the Man, starring Freundlich's wife, Julianne Moore, Maggie Gyllenhaal (in her third prominent role this year -- don't miss her in Sherrybaby, which opens next month), and real-life best friends David Duchovny and Billy Crudup (who also pal around with Freundlich and Moore, which left Gyllenhaal the new kid in the cast -- an awkward situation Moore quickly remedied by telling her, "We're all assholes").
The chemistry among the cast is great; the film feels, for the most part, like you're watching a group of old friends going through life crises together. The plot, in a nutshell: Rebecca (Moore) is a famous actress who has just taken on a stage play; her husband, Tom (Duchovny) is an ex-ad exec who recently quit his soulless job to stay home with the couple's two young kids. Rebecca and Tom are having sex issues: Specifically, Tom wants more of it ("Twice a day," Rebecca mouths to the couples' therapist (Garry Shandling) during their once-yearly therapy tuneup) and Rebecca doesn't.