Imagine one great American road trip visiting three great American subcultures at their hyperbolic silliest. The Wanderlust starts in New York City. Here urbanites pay the price of a meal for a coffee called a latte and the price of a house for a closet called a mini-loft. Here executive Paul Rudd slaves in a legally-questionable company to support his artist wife Jennifer Aniston in making weepy apocalyptic documentaries about penguins suffering from testicular cancer. Soon, he has had all of the ball-busting black-and-white-suited corporate march of the penguins he can take and decides to get the hell out.
