Bad "paint by the numbers" indie quirky road trip
I guess I cannot explain this without taking too long to do so, but this whole film feels like someone took notes of how to do these cliche genres of unlikely couple on road trip and spit out a robotic, soulless version.
Trevor was a caricature of a disabled person, a THIN, one dimensional contradictory pastiche of the "wise ass" disabled. He had little emotional background except the whole father thing, which was so badly handled... Craig Roberts was either misdirected or miscast.
Paul Rudd's character was past the whole challenge of caring for Trevor WAY too fast, in 10 minutes they were done with that character arc. And he was avoiding signing the divorce papers because of... what again? So he needed to proof he was able to not KILL a child to sign those?
Third act opens with a non event (the big hole thing), and Trevor has absolutely NO change except committing a crime of public urination with the help of Paul Rudd for no apparent reason.
I give it a 3/10, it's Rain Man for idiot millennials.
"You keep him in here, and make sure HE doesn't leave!"