In 'The Hollars,' dysfunction runs in the family (PG-13)

Crises of masculinity abound in John Krasinski’s second directorial effort, “The Hollars.” He also stars in the film, a story of a man coming to grips with his past, present and future family. Krasinski’s debut was “Brief Interviews with Hideous Men,” and “The Hollars” might as well be titled “Mundane Interactions with Mediocre Men (and the Women Behind Them),” as the Hollar men struggle to accept their fates in life.

Krasinski works with a script by Jim Strouse, who wrote and directed the immensely charming “People Places Things” starring Jemaine Clement. It’s clear in these two films he’s riffing on a theme revolving around a similar character, a proxy of sorts for Strouse himself. Both Clement and Krasinski play NYC-based aspiring cartoonists daunted by the prospect of fathering twins.

Somehow, the deadpan radical honesty that constitutes the humor of both “People Places Things” and “The Hollars” just works better coming from Clement, whose dry and self-effacing delivery results in something hilarious and endearing. From Krasinski, it’s sour. He mastered straight-faced humor on “The Office,” but Jim Halpert let us in on the joke. John Hollar doesn’t seem to have much of a sense of humor at all.

Which is to be expected, given the circumstances. His mother, Sally (Margo Martindale), has been hospitalized with a brain tumor, his father, Don (Richard Jenkins), is in denial about his bankrupt plumbing company, and his erratic brother, Ron (Sharlto Copley), is in a post-divorce tailspin. John also initially doesn’t seem too thrilled about his wealthy pregnant girlfriend, Rebecca (Anna Kendrick).

The always wonderful Martindale nails the tone in her warm and nuanced performance, combining sly humor and a soulful presence, while the men orbiting around her range from complete goofs (Copley and Jenkins) to self-involved and dour (Krasinski). These middle-class white male protagonists wrestle with the pressure to provide for their families in an economy that has left them behind. To wrestle with these pressures is to confront their identities, the expectations they have for themselves.

These men must rely on women, emotionally and financially, to prop them up, and “The Hollars” follows John’s journey toward accepting that. The film does want to puncture the bubble of these romantic Americana images — John swings on a tire at the swimming hole and the branch breaks; his blue collar father is constantly bursting into tears. The breakthrough moment comes when they relinquish their masculine posturing and sing a rousing rendition of the Indigo Girls’ “Closer to Fine” as Sally is wheeled into surgery.

Krasinski and Strouse have too light a touch, bungling opportunities to say anything of substance by leaning on easy jokes and cheap sentimentality. While they might have a last name that roars, the film around the Hollar family just doesn’t register much louder than a mumble.

Cast: John Krasinski, Richard Jenkins, Margo Martindale, Anna Kendrick, Sharlto Copley, Josh Groban, Charlie Day.

Director: John Krasinski.

Screenwriter: Jim Strouse.

A Sony Pictures Classics release. Running time: 105 minutes. Brief vulgar language, adult themes. In Miami-Dade: Aventura, Sunset Place, South Beach; in Broward: Paradise, Gateway.