Trainwreck (2015)

It happens even before she appears on screen. Amy Schumer is a film star. The comedian stars and holds writing credit on “Trainwreck,” Judd Apatow’s latest film about adults who don’t have it together. We open in the mid-80s on a dad (Colin Quinn) in a garage telling his young daughters that he and mom are divorcing. Monogamy is impossible he says. “Would you want to play with one doll for the rest of your life?” “No!!” Boom! We flash-forward two decades to Amy as a thirtysomething, untangled, drinking a lot, and trying to get ahead at her job. A thousands films like this exist about men. Now comes one woman’s turn, and my God, people freak. Schumer is just freakin’ electric here: Taking no prisoners, caustically funny, demanding, and crushingly sweet as she deals with her dying father, and Quinn is spectacular in the latter role. Seriously, he needs an Oscar push. Yes, the story may be pedestrian as Amy lands a rich doc (Bill Hader) to athletes, as opposed to say an hourly wager, but “Trainwreck” kills all those damn rom-com clichés of perfect endings and meet-cutes and last minute dashes to reconcile. A-