n the occasionally enjoyable but instantly forgettable "You, Me and Dupree," Owen Wilson looks to score yet again with his lovable-slacker persona. Directed by Joe and Anthony Russo, the directing team behind several episodes of Arrested Development, fail to transport any of that show's intensely rebellious wit into the movie.

While the film offers a few laughs here and there, it fails on almost every other level. It's painfully hard to spend 108 minutes on this disorderly story about Randolph Dupree, a spacey idealist (Wilson) who has lost his job, his apartment and his car after taking time off to be the best man at the posh wedding of Carl (Matt Dillon) and Molly (Kate Hudson) in Hawaii.

Everything looks so very sweet for Molly and Carl's life together. Molly’s wealthy father (Michael Douglas) gives Carl (who works for his father-in-law's corporation) huge land-development projects. But hold on - suddenly Dupree moves into the newlyweds' tastefully decorated house for what Carl promises will be "a couple of days – a week at the most."

Dupree, his blond locks fetchingly askew a social misfit – who always manages to say or do the wrong thing – just doesn't know when to call it a night. He does everything wrong: befouls the bathroom, interrupts a bedroom romp, changes their answering machine message, upgrades their cable TV to include HBO without permission, has adventurous sex with a female companion, and for an encore, nearly burns the whole house down (are you laughing yet?).