"You know fellas, I've realized something here tonight. Maybe women aren't the problem. Maybe it's us."

With dialogue that insipid, do you really need to know anything more about "The Brothers" before running as fast as you can away from the movie theater?

An ironically misogynistic, "Waiting to Exhale"-style talker disguised as a male-oriented buddy picture, "The Brothers" is the latest in a string of predictable films about yuppie African-American guys in Hugo Boss suits slowing getting it through their thick skulls that maybe being a player isn't what life's all about. (Think "The Wood," "The Best Man.")

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