I really did have shit for brains when I logged this movie eight years ago. Barry Munday is full of heart, brilliant turns from Judy Greer and Patrick Wilson, and it's also far funnier than I remembered.
OK, so the humour is that very specific, dry comedy that for some reason most people seem to hate (read: fucking losers) but it gets me in the sweet spot. This is the second movie I've watched this week that has a Todd Solondz quality to it. From Wilson's pathetic protagonist to the stylistically inert set design, there's a mundanity to Barry's world that makes its characters a little heightened.
Unlike a Solondz flick, Barry has an arc. The movie gets warmer as…