I wanted to believe that I Love You, Phillip Morris was having trouble finding distribution because it was a sincere and moving look at a gay relationship. In fact, it looks like it might have had trouble finding distribution because it's probably terrible:
"Being gay is expensive." Really? That's your excuse for a life of crime? Having your boyfriend's prison attacker beat up is supposed to be super-cute and romantic? It's yet another story of a closeted Christian gay guy with a patsy of a wife, in this case, Leslie Mann, who needs to be saved from this kind of work? This looks like the Liar, Liar of gay prison romances. I'll pass.