Jack Black, all gleeful id, and Michael Cera, all fussy misery, seem like a match made in buddy film heaven. Throw in writer/director Harold Ramis, a zany, pre-historic plot, and plenty of chances to bring hipster humor to the events of the Bible, and it seems like you can’t lose.
That may very well be the problem. When everyone is sitting around a Hollywood boardroom thinking, “We can’t lose!” a kind of torpor sets in. The result of that torpor? The flat out lazy Year One.
Black plays Zed, a hunter, and Cera plays Oh, a gatherer. Oh is fairly content with his uneventful life in the village (he derisively refers to a malcontent peer as a “self-loathing gatherer.”) But Zed thinks there’s more to his destiny. When he eats of the forbidden fruit of knowledge and accidentally sets the village on fire, he runs off to the edge of the earth, with a reluctant Oh in tow. Oh thinks they’ll fall off the end. Zed thinks there’s life in them hills.
While the first 15 minutes of Year One is squarely Caveman mode (clubs...