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Terminally ill old grump played by Frank Langella wants assisted suicide, but his dysfunctional family guilts him into a drawn-out, painful death. Forgive the spoiler alert, but you really have no reason to watch “Youth in Oregon” (2017). Not unless your one of those chronic empathy junkies who draws energy from experiencing the misery of others. None of the main characters are worth cheering for, the comedy isn’t comic enough and there’s too much damn yelling. Meanwhile, I’m getting the sense Christina Applegate (Langella’s control-freak daughter) is getting all the roles Jennifer Aniston has the good sense to turn down.

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Garry Marshall died a few months after the release of “Mother’s Day” (2016) and I can assure you, he took no sitcom-style plot conventions with him to the grave. They’re all here: the younger and sexier second wife, the wacky parents, the sassy black friend, the wedding scene, the hospital scene, the graveyard scene. He did everything but have Fonzie jump a shark again. But that was Marshall’s gift. He could take boilerplate romantic comedy material and pan fry it in enough schmaltz to clog an artery, yet it would always come out satisfying (not great, satisfying). It’s cinematic comfort food.

You know, I would just love to take a dump all over “Horrible Bosses 2” (2014). (I’m only speaking metaphorically. Jennifer Aniston’s character might be inside my head a little bit.) But dang it, I just can’t. I mean, it made me laugh out loud a couple of times. My expectations were low. (It’s a sequel to a ridiculous 2011 film in which three wimpy everymen plot revenge and hijinks ensue.) It met them. It’s another disposable Jason Bateman comedy. Jamie Foxx’s character is understatedly funny and “How You Like Me Now” by The Heavy is a great theme song.

These dude-oriented, R-rated movies are all starting to run together. “Horrible Bosses” (2011) is funny, but it’s not even a real movie. It’s just a bunch of funny shit strung together, like a 98-minute-long sitcom. Why is Jason Sudeikis (Did I even spell that right? Do I even care?) suddenly such a ladies’ man? Wasn’t he having trouble getting laid in last week’s episode (also known as “Hall Pass”)? And why is Jason Bateman OK with killing Jennifer Aniston? Wasn’t he her best friend the other week (also known as “The Switch”)? And why isn’t Charlie Day also called Jason?

Whatever it is that movie snobs love about Diane Keaton is probably the opposite of what I love about Jennifer Aniston. Guess what I thought about “Just Go With It,” Aniston’s 2011 romantic comedy with Adam Sandler? The plot is like a too-long episode of “Three’s Company” (physical comedy – bleh) but I still end up rooting for her to win the guy (Like she couldn’t do better than Sandler? Like Brooklyn Decker’s pneumatic vacuousness is competition? Talk about willing suspension of disbelief!). Anyway, whatever she’s selling, I’m buying, even when she’s trying play a put-upon single mom. Must. Suspend. Disbelief.