You Must be THIS Mature to Appreciate this Movie
Just like the sign on the amusement park ride says about height, you really have to lived enough to appreciate this marvelous love story. It also helps to know the old films, so you can appreciate Jerry Sroka's constant impersonations of Groucho Marx, George Burns, Cary Grant, and Woody Allen.
I loved the bit where Hartley, at the urging of her friend, is signing up on the "Jew Date" website because, she says, "I hear Jewish men make good husbands." Also, instead of listing her age, she types in, "Mother must be dead," thus stepping around her age and making an sly joke about Jewish mothers-in-law at the same time.
Younger viewers may not be as amused as us oldsters are about all the jokes by and for those of us who have lived passed our sell-by date, but I'm sure some of the jokes will resonate with them. We "wrinklies" will chuckle to ourselves at the plight of aging actresses meeting each other at an audition where Mariette Hartley jokes about the director's assistant, "What is she, 12?" That same assistant has no clue who Hartley or Morgan Fairchild, or Tess Harper are.
It is also, at its heart, a love story, and a (mostly) true one. It's not a bring your Kleenex style Nicholas Sparks style movie, rather one that alternately reminds you of courtship and, at almost the same time, devotion of the "in sickness and in health" variety.
What you've got to ask yourself is, "Do you feel old enough? Well, do ya', Punk?"
I loved the bit where Hartley, at the urging of her friend, is signing up on the "Jew Date" website because, she says, "I hear Jewish men make good husbands." Also, instead of listing her age, she types in, "Mother must be dead," thus stepping around her age and making an sly joke about Jewish mothers-in-law at the same time.
Younger viewers may not be as amused as us oldsters are about all the jokes by and for those of us who have lived passed our sell-by date, but I'm sure some of the jokes will resonate with them. We "wrinklies" will chuckle to ourselves at the plight of aging actresses meeting each other at an audition where Mariette Hartley jokes about the director's assistant, "What is she, 12?" That same assistant has no clue who Hartley or Morgan Fairchild, or Tess Harper are.
It is also, at its heart, a love story, and a (mostly) true one. It's not a bring your Kleenex style Nicholas Sparks style movie, rather one that alternately reminds you of courtship and, at almost the same time, devotion of the "in sickness and in health" variety.
What you've got to ask yourself is, "Do you feel old enough? Well, do ya', Punk?"
- frank-hood
- 10 giu 2024