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?).

Molly obviously gets furious and the couple threatens to kick Dupree out, but they reconsider all along because he’s so damned lovable. Before long, wouldn’t you just know, even the reluctant Molly starts warming up to her unkempt housemate, while Carl starts to look downright crazy for having so much as one recriminating word for his old buddy.

All very cute, but problem is the tepid script by Michael Le Sieur, which is much more of a comedy of a character than your typical Wilson vehicle, and the direction (by Anthony and Joe Russo) works best in the film's quieter moments.