The Two Minute Verdict: Carell And Fey Schedule A Date Night

The Date Night! The appearance of a rude maitre'd hints at what's to come mere seconds later: Wackiness, as it must, as we demand, is about to ensue.

A mistaken identity! It's already been established they're the Fosters, and now Common and one of the McPoyles from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia are insisting with no small amount of menace that they are the Tripplehorns, whose reservation they've just stolen, and who seem to be mixed up in the dark business of some ostensibly shady, Italian-surnamed character. A gun is pulled, a shovel swung, a small motorboat used as a shield.

Our Date Night is well under way.

The first stop -- surprisingly, thrillingly -- is the apartment of one Marky Mark, whom we presume is not wearing a shirt because it would constrict the Minority Report-style sh*t he conducts on his futuristic home computer. This is a savvy move on the part of the studio, because if you're going to have a bare-chested Marky Mark shirt in your movie, you had better try to sell a few tickets by publicizing that stunt-shirtlessness. (Indeed, clicking on any of the segments in Mr. Mark's six-pack immediately redirects you to a Fandango pre-sale page.) And once Marky Mark shares, after consulting the machine furnished to him by the Pre-Complication Division, that the Fosters are now tangled up in something far more dangerous than they'd dreamed, it's time for a car chase that lets us now we're safely ensnared in an action-comedy.

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