davidehrlich’s review published on Letterboxd :
“What is so sacrosanct about a marriage and a family that you should have to live in it day after day?” That’s a hell of a thing to hear from a guy like Howard Wakefield (Bryan Cranston), a wealthy Westchester lawyer with a beautiful wife (Jennifer Garner) two healthy teenage daughters, and a house so big that someone could rather comfortably reside in its two-story garage.
But Howard — whose sniveling inner monologue seeps into almost every moment of the jagged, acidic comedy that shares his name — isn’t your typical bored white-collar suburbanite. He’s not Lester Burnham, numb with ennui. He’s not Brad Adamson in “Little Children,” desperate to feel another woman’s touch. He’s just an asshole, one of the most selfish characters you’ll ever see on a movie screen, and it’s a strange pleasure to watch him self-destruct when he realizes that he no longer envies his own life.