The romantic-comedy genre takes a beating like nothing else, with the possible exception of horror, but we all know that it's a genre that not only must exist, but must churn out titles at an incredible rate. There simply has to be a date option at the theater.

So far gone is the genre in the collective psyche, that when something comes along that we find ourselves loving - let's say When Harry Met Sally, just to throw out an easy one - there is some nagging itch in our brain that wants us to think of it as being in some other genre. It's comedy. Or, it's... just romantic. Or, it's romantic-comedy, and all those other things are "rom-com."

Crazy, Stupid, Love is the next offering that falls into the category of the exception that proves the rule. A romantic comedy that, though it has some glaring missteps, isn't about shticks and gimmicks,...