He concluded his review with a line that should be carved into the headstone of every cynical critic: "To reject Step Brothers because it is juvenile is to reject the sound of a child’s laughter. This movie is not a failure of taste. It is a liberation from it."
Roger Ebert gave it three and a half stars out of four. roger ebert step brothers
Ebert was not a prophet because he predicted this. He was a prophet because he saw it on day one. While others saw noise, he saw signal. He saw that the film’s obsession with "friction" (Dale’s bizarre, threatening vocabulary) was actually a metaphor for all human interaction. He saw that the "Prestige Worldwide" boat scene was not just a musical number, but a surrealist painting about male friendship. He concluded his review with a line that
Ebert saw the film as a brutal satire of the American Dream. The "good guys" are the ones who refuse to grow up. The "villain" (Scott’s Derek) is a successful, sleek, Prius-driving entrepreneur who uses therapy-speak as a weapon ("The only thing that's going to be stretched is someone's face... across someone's fist"). Ebert noted, with a critic’s glee, that Derek’s comeuppance—getting punched in the face, losing his job, having his car vandalized—is presented as a moral victory. In Ebert’s reading, Step Brothers argues that success is overrated. Loyalty to your fellow chaos-gremlin is what matters. Roger Ebert died in 2013. In the years since, Step Brothers has undergone a seismic critical reappraisal. It is now frequently listed among the greatest comedies of the 21st century. Quotes from it have become linguistic shorthand ("Boats 'n Hoes," "Did we just become best friends?"). It is a cultural touchstone for a generation that came of age during the Great Recession—a generation that looked at the promise of adult life (careers, mortgages, 401ks) and decided, perhaps ironically, perhaps not, that building a bunk bed was a more worthwhile pursuit. Ebert was not a prophet because he predicted this
Consider the scene that Ebert cited as the film’s centerpiece: the "cataline." In a moment of desperate, manic invention, Dale and Brennan decide to form a company to sell a fictional product: a bed that converts into a car (a "car-bed" or a "cataline"). They draw a crude picture. They present it to a room of stone-faced investors. It is the dumbest business pitch in cinema history.
In the sprawling, chaotic archive of film criticism, few figures cast a longer shadow than Roger Ebert. For decades, he was the avuncular, thumbs-up oracle from the balcony, a man who could dissect the moral philosophy of Ingmar Bergman in one paragraph and defend the visceral craft of a Schwarzenegger action flick in the next. He possessed a rare gift: the ability to judge a film not for what it wasn't, but for what it intended to be.
And so, we return to the cataline. That stupid, impossible, beautiful drawing of a car with a bed in the back. In the world of adult logic, it is worthless. In the world of Roger Ebert’s balcony, it is a masterpiece of imagination. It goes nowhere. It makes no money. It solves no problems. And for that reason, it is perfect. Step Brothers is the cataline of cinema. And Roger Ebert, bless him, was the only critic willing to take it for a drive.
