The OP's got a point, but it's not very well articulated. I found this movie hard to like because it was very revealing of the borgeois-bohemian bubble that Rashida Jones is clearly living in: everyone is rich, everyone has a successful career in a creative profession (even the supposedly unsuccessful ones like Samberg's character), and everyone is caucasian, or mildly asian/hispanic. The LA that is presented in the film is devoid of ethnic minorities, pollution, poverty or crime. These people live in a nigh-regal cocoon of luxury and opportunity, yet we're still supposed to care about their problems.
I guess it's more a political thing, subtextually. Watching these ludicrously over-priveleged yuppies hang out in indie bars drinking Newcastle Brown ale (which is ridiculous cheap swill here in the UK I might add) and dining at the finest vegan restaurants just felt like an overwhelming contradiction of attitudes. The characters in this film are the exaggerated liberal sterotypes who make liberal attitudes seem ridiculous and irrelevant, which is bad news for us real world liberal types (the 'real world' being outside LA). I think that's what the OP was getting at, from a socio-economic perspective.
Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but that's the main reason I didn't like the movie: I find it difficult to care about the namby-pamby relationship problems of the upper-middle class - especially when every character is a rich artist/PR person.
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