Rare is the Adult Ensemble Dramedy in which grown-ups can be grown-ups, dealing with real-life obligations, families, and responsibilities most of us were never prepped for. That’s why it’s always nice to see one come along, a relatable flick for a generation that might be growing tired of another literary adaptation, another overblown action flick…or another tepid thriller orchestrated for 16-year-olds.

In Friends With Kids, writer-director Jennifer Westfeldt (Kissing Jessica Stein) and Adam Scott (Parks and Recreation) play BFFs Julie and Jason, a pair of single, almost-fortysomething Manhattanites who sigh over what they see as the deteriorating relationships of their coupled friends – frazzled Alex (Chris O’Dowd) and Leslie (Maya Rudolph) and the formerly oversexed Ben (Jon Hamm) and Missy (Kristen Wiig). Committed to avoiding a similar fate at the hands on unruly rugrats, Julie and Jason get drunk, have a hesitant (and fertile) one-nighter, and plan to co-parent as colleagues while looking for their ideal lifemate. It’s a reasonable plan…that is, until each meets their “perfect match” in the forms of Broadway dancer hottie Mary Jane (Megan Fox) and beefcake prince Kurt (Ed Burns). Naturally, a whole crapload of emotional complications ensue.

As with last summer’s Bridesmaids, much of the humor — and there’s less of it here than you might expect — comes from the all-too-familiar and the audience recognizing itself in at least one of the couples on screen. There’s also one episode of explosive diarrhea, if you’re into that sort of thing. Hamm and Wiig excel at playing parallel-universe versions of their Bridesmaids characters, this time with less goofiness (Hamm amps up his inner asshole while Wiig has never been more fragile and delicate). However, Alex and Leslie’s relationship in particular comes off as the most authentic, likely due to the buckets of charm possessed by both Rudolph and O’Dowd. Their transition from snuggly lovebirds to overwhelmed parents never feels forced, and you root for them to hold it together.

However, the core relationship between Julie and Jason is what needs to carry the brunt of the story, and that’s where the film stumbles a bit. Westfeldt’s Julie is a textbook case of a rom-com heroine being adorably neurotic, nattering on about her body insecurities and lack of dating success (despite being prettier, thinner and better dressed than most of New York City). Scott’s Jason is the snarky, lovable cad, fickle in his attentions to the revolving door of chicks he beds – yet he’s really gung-ho over the idea of parenthood. Because, let’s face it, those love-em-and-leave-em dudes are always the ones stoked for a lifetime commitment of child-rearing, am I right or amiright? But somehow, we still buy it because both Westfeldt and Scott have undeniable chemistry (the actors being close friends in real-life probably has something to do with it).

At times, Friends With Kids strives toward being a When-Harry-Met-Sally-meets-Parenthood for the 2010s, smugly doubting the platonic dual-gender friendship between two conventionally attractive, single, straight people (and the pleasure in changing diapers). However, it also seems to promote the less romantic notion that familiarity eventually triumphs over attraction, and that we’d all be better served by settling down with someone who’s willing to put up with our baggage.

Maybe that’s one part of being a grown-up we ought to resist.

Friends With Kids opens in theaters this Friday, March 9.