This is a really sweet little picture, and I’m surprised it hasn’t been getting a lot more attention.
The premise seems a little trite, but its execution is effing brilliant.
Uma plays a woman in her late thirties (freshly divorced,) who finds herself dating a guy in his early twenties. She’s working through this with her therapist (Streep,) and both of them are blithely unaware (at first) that the guy is the therapist’s son. Trite, right? You’d think so.
The dialogue is really sharp, and everybody turns in top-flight work – especially Meryl Streep. Holy crap.
I dunno, maybe this movie spoke to me a little louder because I spent my late teens and early twenties chasing after women in their thirties and a lot of the situations were familiar, but I haven’t enjoyed a romantic comedy so much since Punch Drunk Love.
There are lots of little touches that are perfect, too – like the way people in the background (doormen, bartenders, store clerks, etc) are shown carefully not appearing to watch them, and friends and co-workers making cutting little remarks.
The trailer on the linked site does a good job of ruining the jokes by recutting the dialogue, though. For instance, “You let me talk to you about our sex life?” “Believe me, it was harder for me than it was for you,” is a bit of a crude hack. In the film, it’s “You let me talk to you about his penis?” – and the way she gushes about his penis (and her therapist’s mortification) is hysterical, too.
See it now, if you can.