Imagine for a moment if every time a new Bruce Lee movie debuted, the conversation became "wait, is this guy pretty good at martial arts?" Or if Jimi Hendrix straight-up came back from the dead right now and dropped an album and reviews were like, "finally, this man has proven he can more than adequately play guitar." Such is the madness we as a society cycle through every time Rachel McAdams appears in a comedy, runs away with the movie like some sort of humor bandit, and leaves the rest of the cast behind in a crumpled heap of …