Lovely quote about the role male friendship is generally portrayed on the sliver screen:
The usual conceit of the Apatow-era romantic comedy is that male friendship is a given. In Knocked Up, for example, the squalid house that Seth Rogen shares with his roommates is a kind of cozy swamp from which his character must emerge to take on the adult responsibilities of fatherhood, and it’s Katherine Heigl’s character who’s excluded from the regressive fun. What’s subversive about I Love You, Man (directed and co-written by John Hamburg, who also shared writing credits on Zoolander and both Meet the Parents movies) is the way it treats straight masculinity as an awkward construct, a code that must be mastered. In the early stages of Peter and Sydney’s friendship, Syd functions as a kind of guru of guyhood, coaching Pete on how to access his inner dude. But once the barriers have fallen and they’ve jammed on that Rush song together, Pete also helps to bring out Sydney’s fruitier side, convincing him to apologize for his sometimes offensive candor and even, eventually, to watch Chocolat. By movie’s end, they’re processing their friendship in meta-conversations worthy of any pair of female friends and exchanging extravagant endearments: “I love you, Tyco Bra-he.” “I love you, Broseph Goebbels.”
I must admit to having a man crush on Paul Rudd. I love you, Brosario Dawson.