Crappy film

A lot of fun.

Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

I am only giving this movie a 1 for the great cast, though I can't imagine what any of them were thinking. This movie was horrible

Thoroughly charming! Jill Clayburgh masterfully plays another savvy, divorced woman attempting to date again, and though some viewers may say she has mined this territory before, Clayburgh absolutely nails the love/hate relationship fifty-somethings have with getting back into the swing of things (sometimes it's much more enticing to just sit home and mope). After a blind date goes south, Jill unintentionally winds up in a gay bar with her girlfriends and they decide to make a night of it; luckily, exterminator/part-time jazz musician Jeffrey Tambor has also wandered in and the two singles 'meet cute' (he tells her he's open to "experimenting" and thinks she's a transsexual, she finds the situation amusing). Writer-director Eric Schaeffer loves a good cliché, and he doesn't mind playing up the storybook aspects of this wacky romance, however the film does fall into a predictable pattern (they meet, they fall in love, they fight, etc.). Still, when the writing is this delicious, and the cast is so attuned to the straightforward, occasionally barbed material, the results can be joyous. While Clayburgh mixes her playful, feisty bit with a more serious, defensive undercurrent (and succeeds beautifully), Jeffrey Tambor is the revelation here. Too often cast in sitcoms as a dunderhead or buffoon, Tambor displays wonderfully dry comic timing--and the embittered quality of his character is never off-putting (we can sympathize). Tambor seems to have no notion of what a handsome lug he is, and his aw-shucks shuffling and nervous body language is that much more appealing because of it. He's thoughtful and deep (and troubled), but also an old-fashioned romantic at heart, and Clayburgh's salty, sneaky wit brings out the best in him (he's dry, she's wry). Despite some comically 'shocking' scenes, the film isn't about sexual humiliation (thank God), and Schaeffer wants these two to be together as much as we do. It's a hip, sassy affair that should resonate with a lot of folks over forty. *** from ****

In New York, Grace (Jill Clayburgh) and Christopher (Jeffrey Tambor) are two lonely souls of fifty and something years old. Jill has not had sex for seven years, and the straight Christopher is very insecure with his masculinity. Both of them have made a promise in the past that they would never fall in love again. When they meet each other, they have a very complicated affair and of course in the end they fall in love for each other. This irregular low budget movie explores an important theme completely disregarded by Hollywood: sex after fifty years old. The story looks like a "Sex and the City" of middle-aged women and has many good jokes and situations. The problem is the trailer released by the distributor. I saw it a couple of days ago, and it shows the best parts of the story, spoiling the funny situations. My vote is six.Title (Brazil): "Coisas do Amor" ("Things About Love")

Having been a Jill Clayburgh fan since she was being gently tugged around by her nipples in "An Unmarried Woman,' I decided to give this movie a try despite the universally awful reviews it received. Well, 1978 was then and this is now and Ms. Clayburgh's chest is thankfully kept under cover. Unfortunately, that's about the only humiliation she and the rest of the cast are spared in this unqualified disaster. In fairness to the director, he was working with a wretched screenplay but that's because Eric Schaeffer is a hack writer *and* director.The sole believable moment in this entire film is a scene where Grace (Clayburgh) berates Christopher (Jeffrey Tambor) in a restaurant. It shows what a fine actress she is and highlights how badly she is wasted in this schlock. Christopher is an exterminator who plays jazz piano at night. Yeah, right. He's basically Hank Kingsley with some piano lessons and an African American friend named Earl (Bill Duke in a thankless role). Earl is the only sane character in this bomb which makes it highly unlikely that he'd have someone like Christopher as a friend. In fact, there is no conceivable reason for anyone in this film to behave in the incredibly contrived ways they doDesperate attempts at hilarious hijinks involving a strap-on dildo and a suit of armor land with a dull thud. In a sad attempt at farce, Schaeffer has instead produced a travesty. Hopefully the title of this misbegotten mess will serve as fitting epitaph to his career. And if Jill Clayburgh needs money this bad, please advise her to lay off the crack and give me a call; I'll send her a check. Finally, we have Sandy Duncan. Yes, *that* Sandy Duncan. Talking about sex. I rest my case.

While on some levels it was very nice to see this genre take an older audience and characters as opposed to twenty-somethings, I think it was a little too much gush and not enough substantial script. It was amusing to hear a 54 year-old woman talk graphically about sex and get in amusing situations that are normally reserved for "American Pie" types, but it was too sappy and WAY too over-the top. In one scene, they are discovered by her college age daughter as they are in the middle of coupling. In another, she is trying on a "device" when Christopher and his mother come over to visit. I do not fit into what I imagine is the target audience in age. I did, however, go with some people who were: They liked it even less than me. While sweet and comedic. I would not recommend this movie to anyone. Sorry, try again. Wait. Never try... Never try again...