CYRUS will never be mistaken for a typical romantic comedy. Awkward, surprising, and, yes, funny, it swerves when you expect it to stall, slows when you think it will gain speed, and turns dark when you expect it to lighten. And the filmmakers take a gimmick-free approach that wisely avoids the swelling, manipulative soundtrack and cutesy setups of more conventional romcoms.
Reilly and Tomei make an unusual, compelling couple; John and Molly are at ease with their limitations and eager to try for happily ever after, and i’s refreshing to see a movie pairing that’s not all gloss and no substance. And as the son who just can’t let go of Mom, Hill is a joy, particularly when he goes face to face -- literally -- with Reilly in witty verbal skirmishes. All of that said, it's hard not to wonder what would have happened had the filmmakers given into the crazy, unleashing both the unruly Hill we’ve known and loved in movies like Superbad and the feral Reilly that simmers under his gentle surface. The result might have been more typical, but it might also have been more, well, fun.