Judd Apatow and Amy Schumer have balls. After all, they should know that any movie that dares to title itself Trainwreck is begging for smug derision from lazy critics, the Shalits and Reeds and Traverses of the waning print dynasties and the bloated blogosphere, who can now summon their most tired rail-travel metaphors or come up with gems such as “the title says it all.” The … [Read more...]