I have always been in love with Steve Martin. Goofy and suave, he collects art and writes clever books that make me cry. I've also had longstanding affection for Charles Grodin, ever since I saw the miniseries Fresno in the 80s (I could devote a whole post to Fresno, since it also starred Dabney Coleman, Teri Garr, Bill Paxton, and Carol Burnett...but I digress). He is beyond a straight man, so droll and cuddly. So imagine my surprise when I flipped on the TV and saw the two of them, sitting on a park bench! How did it escape my notice that they were both in the same film? Okay, so The Lonely Guy isn't very good: it's schticky, a little morose, mostly unfunny, fitting for a dreary January afternoon. That's probably for the best, because if it were any better, their combined comedy charisma would probably cause my head to explode.