When I arrived for the screening of Nicole Holofcener's new film, I was asked, "Are you here for the grown-up movie?" It's easy to see why: here we have a story about ordinary people dealing with ordinary problems in ordinary fashion — well, almost. (Can anyone living in NYC luxury really be called ordinary?) Julia Louis-Dreyfus is a memoirist, attempting to make the jump to fiction; Tobias Menzies is her therapist husband, attempting to maintain interest in the problems of his clients. But he just feels tired — and looks it, thanks to those bags under his eyes — and she's having trouble with her manuscript, so much so that she's devastated when she overhears her spouse telling a mutual friend that he doesn't like it one bit. The film is handsome without being showy, stately without being sedate, and mostly amusing without being ridiculous. It's also slight, and slightly silly — like Menzies when he receives a demand for a refund from a couple he failed to help, it's hard to say just how seriously we should take the goings on. (2023) — Matthew Lickona
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