And Also, The Long-Awaited Armond White Pan Of "Greenberg"

Armond White lashes out in so many directions simultaneously that you have to be an expert to understand it. Nevertheless, as everyone expected, he gives "Greenberg" a 'thumbs-down':

Greenberg is a mite less obnoxious than Baumbauch’s other films (better photographed, too: I liked Harris Savides’ image of Stiller barely swimming across a pool—possibly an homage to my joke that Baumbach was the rat at the bottom of Margot at the Wedding’s pool). Co-conceived with Baumbach’s talented wife Jennifer Jason Leigh, Greenberg continues Leigh’s filmography of masochistic females encountering sadistic males. It’s interesting to watch Greta Gerwig spar JJL-style with Stiller’s Baumbachian prick. I’ll probably be attacked for stating the obvious—that Greenberg seems to dramatize Leigh-Baumbach’s curious relationship—but that’s the film’s only point of interest. Its imitation of mumblecore’s boho nonchalance just seems more proof that Baumbach lacks inspiration and has made yet another vanity project.