We’ve all seen this kind of movie before but “Cyrus” still is worth watching. What sets “Cyrus” apart from these other predictable films? Perhaps it’s the woman’s skeleton in her closet, namely a fat one named Cyrus.
Jonah Hill is Cyrus, an overweight man-child who still lives with his mother Molly (Marisa Tomei). When Molly begins dating a man named John, played by John C. Reilly, Cyrus attempts to drive the two apart.
Reilly has never really done it for me as an actor; he just always fails to deliver his parts fully. In “Cyrus,” however, his supporting cast is strong enough that one can overlook his frustratingly limited performance.
Freud would have had a field day with Cyrus’s bordering-on-incestuous relationship with his mother. In one scene, Cyrus enters the bathroom while Molly is showering. In another, mother and son are seen rolling around on the ground wrestling, which is enough to make you squirm in your seat.
Hill’s performance is by far the highlight of the movie, unnerving the audience without making us lose interest. The movie never falls back on grand schemes or plots; it just relies on Hill to be exceedingly weird, which he does well.
In several parts, the movie drags. This happens most often when the directors/writers, brothers Jay and Mark Duplass, get overly fancy with their editing choices. There are two parts in the film where they lay dialogue over footage that doesn’t quite match up at some points for no real reason other than a failed attempt at being “artsy.”
Should you see this movie? Yes. If you happen to be a single mother with an overweight man-child still living with you, then I suggest you take notes.