A timely message gets lost in a morass of overacting, crass comedy, and gratuitous language, sex, and drug use. That pretty much sums up Take Me to Tarzana, a movie that tries so hard to be funny, it just isn't funny. While the two lead characters, Miles and Jane, are likable enough twenty-somethings trying to survive from paycheck to paycheck at a horrible office job during late-stage capitalism, they're surrounded by so much hammy acting, it's headache inducing. Everyone is so exaggerated, you don't want to laugh so much as you want to say to each actor, "OK. Are you done yet?"
It's unfortunate, because the ramifications of trying to keep one's privacy in an era of deep data mining is a relevant concern, and in the right hands, this could have been a contemporary take on Office Space. Instead, it's just an obnoxious movie, where every secondary character drowns out any thoughtful messages by unchecked acting. The story itself gets lost with the romantic element to Miles and Jane's relationship and a love interest for the most obnoxious, insufferable, and unfunny character of them all, Jameson. Fifteen minutes of the movie is wasted on Jameson hooking up with a woman who works at the arcade where he blows off steam by beating little kids at air hockey. The whole movie feels like a missed opportunity; it's too bad there wasn't more time spent on the story and less on trying so hard to make every scene "funny."