As penned by first-time feature writer Geoff LaTulippe, “Going the Distance” centers on a one-night stand, fueled by beer-and-barbecued wings, which accidentally turns into something that both promises and threatens to be more substantial significant.
When Erin (Barrymore) and Garrett (Long) first meet, all they want is to have a few fun frisky weeks before she heads back to graduate school in California and he stays in New York City. Erin is a Stanford journalism grad student at the end of her summer internship in the magazine “New York Sentinel.” For his part, having just been dumped by his girlfriend, Garrett is a New York record-label exec.
As is often the case with such fairy tales, we get the obligatory airport farewell scene–but not a good one here. Thus, when Erin is about to board a plane home, the duo realizes they may have developed deeper feelings for one another. Refusing to give up, or to end the fun they had had together, they decide to try the “long distance” thing.
The comedy is meant to be raucous, humorous, and sexy, but what unfolds on screen is a rather flat tale, which in desperation turns to be coarse and rude, while peppered with very few good moments.
But it’s the execution, in all departments (especially writing, directing, and even acting), that is faulty here. There may not have been many romantic comedies about this particular subject, but “Going the Distance” is certainly not fresh or funny or insightful enough in offering an honest look at the perils of the long distance relationship. The movie offers sort of a routine check list of problems entailed in such bonds: loneliness, sexual desire, jealousy, even the cliche notion of being in different time zones.