If I read one more movie synopsis...

HA!

I got set of by the Netflix synopsis of a movie called Ben's at Home. But the synopsis doesn't explicitly have to SAY man-child, but I just started thinking about all the freaking movies about them. Peter pan complex movies, or whatever you want to call it.

There's actually an article from LA Weekly that sums it up pretty well in a review of Adult Beginners:

"I dread explaining man-child dramedies to the ghosts of the dead. "You see, Grandpa, after your time, a generation paralyzed by the economy and indecision stopped growing up — and started churning out indie movies justifying it." In the 1940s, men fought wars at 18. In 1967, Benjamin Braddock faced accusations of being an aimless slacker at age 21. Reality Bites pushed adulthood to 24. Today movies such as Ross Katz's Adult Beginners parade heroes like 36-year-old comedian Nick Kroll — twice the age of the boys who became men on the beaches of Normandy — as yet another misguided but inherently decent overgrown dude who would be a good guy if only someone would bother to make him, such as a girlfriend (The 40-Year-Old Virgin), a hired girlfriend (Failure to Launch), a father figure (Cyrus), a sibling (Step Brothers), a suicidal sibling (The Skeleton Twins), a baby (Knocked Up), 533 babies (Delivery Man) or, for Kroll's Jake, someone else's baby. In these movies, maturity isn't a hard-won personal quest — there's a passing-the-buck bitterness that someone didn't give them the memo."

I don't know. Anything that makes a profit will go on until it no longer does. We're doing our part by not giving our money to them I suppose? But someone's watching them.