For a movie that intends to be rooted in a recognizable and insightful reality, "Crazy, Stupid, Love" features an awful lot of moments that clang in a contrived, feel-good manner. Because you see, it's simultaneously trying to charm us. Sometimes, it achieves that goal.

At the same time, it also has its share of moments that hit just the perfect, poignant note, with some laughs that arise from a place of honesty. When you assemble a cast that includes Steve Carell, Julianne Moore, Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone, you're already on the right track. Because "Crazy, Stupid, Love" also aims to be a romantic comedy of substance and intelligence. Sometimes, it achieves that goal, too.

That's what's frustrating here, the unevenness of it all. The relationship between Carell and Jonah Bobo as his 13-year-old son has a pleasing openness, for example, but eventually the two are at the center of a cringe-inducing climax: the kind of painfully public, cathartic monologue that only happens in movies in general and in this genre specifically.

Then there's the romance between Gosling and Stone, which has both terrific, flirty sparks and some sweet, quiet moments as they reveal themselves to each other.

The breakup that kicks off "Crazy, Stupid, Love" also comes out of nowhere, at least from the perspective of Carell's character, Cal. A nebbishy 40-something, Cal thought he was enjoying a nice life with his high school sweetheart, Emily (Moore), and their two kids. But at the film's start, Emily announces over dinner that she wants a divorce, then proceeds to inform Cal that she has slept with someone else: a smarmy co-worker played by Kevin Bacon.

Cal moves out, then goes to a local bar night after night to drown his sorrows and bore fellow patrons with his tale of woe; the place is stylish, trendy and filled with gorgeous young women, which wouldn't seem to be Cal's speed. A regular who does have a way with the ladies, Gosling's Jacob Palmer, spots Cal, feels sorry for him and offers to take him under his wing.

Gosling is charismatic in the role, and gets a rare chance to show his comic abilities as an expensively dressed trust-fund kid whose entire raison d'etre is picking up chicks. A sequence in which he and Carell go to the mall provides an amusing twist on the obligatory trying-on-clothes montage. But it's hard to believe Jacob would ever give Cal the time of day, much less go out of his way to give this middle-aged nerd an extreme makeover; Carell, who's also a producer here, does bring his everyman pathos to the role, and it's good to see him do some rare dramatic work.

Jacob is thrown off his game by the one woman at the bar who won't give in so easily to his cheesy one-liners: Stone's Hannah, an aspiring lawyer. They have such different vibes but they're so great together, they almost make you wish the whole thing was about them. Stone is just vibrant and every emotion flashes across her face so vividly.

Moore, meanwhile, is also capable of expressiveness and depth, but she can't do much with a character who's barely developed on the page. You don't have a sense of who Emily is or what her marriage to Cal was like so it's hard to gauge the depth of their loss. One strong scene at their son's parent-teacher conference begins to hint at it, and makes you long for more.

"Crazy, Stupid, Love" comes from directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa, who wrote "Bad Santa" and wrote and directed "I Love You, Phillip Morris." It never has the daring or liveliness that marked either of those earlier films; it feels too calculated and safe.

It never gets crazy or stupid enough to make you truly fall in love with it.