Anna Foster has never had an ordinary life. At eighteen years old, she is the most protected girl in America; she is the First Daughter. Frustrated with her overprotective father, the ... See full summary »
Handsome, romantic, sexy gentile Charlie enjoys his honeymoon with liberal-Jewish marriage counselor Ava. It's cut short when her parents Bradley and Betty, who always seemed the perfect couple, suddenly border on divorce over an old affair and poorly matched expectations. Worse, in turn they invite themselves to move in and drive the newly-weds crazy. Ethics prevent Ava from taking them on as clients and the colleagues she refers to prove hopelessly inept. Meanwhile Charlie's impulsive buddy Gerber, the eternal bachelor party animal, has married Polish green-card-chaser Kasia. Written by
Okay... okay Betty, we're making some, some progress. I want you both to close your eyes... take a deep breath, and let's try and reconnect... with some of those feelings you had when you first decided to get married.
Ava, this Berkeley bullshit isn't going to work on me.
I'm sorry darling... but I'm not going to take marital advice from my twenty-eight year old newlywed daughter!
I'm a professional!
And you're a hopeless romantic. You've been watching Gone With the Wind every Thanksgiving...
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If this is the best that Dermot Mulroney can do as a director, then I can safely say that I'll pass on any future projects to which he is attached. This is another "Pottery Barn/cashmere throw" style rom com a la Nancy Meyers (with his and hers convertibles!), but her scripts are superior. This one ranks with the worst offerings on Lifetime TV-- superficial, dull and directed in a lumbering style. The lead is miscast: Mandy Moore is unbelievable as a marital counselor with a Ph.D and a thriving private practice. She has no intellectual weight, no emotional maturity and delivers her lines like a high school girl. It gets old fast. I'm not a Jew but I was offended by the way Brolin's character tries to "explore" his spirituality by taking on all the trappings of that faith and nothing else. If this "subplot" was supposed to be funny, it really wasn't. (Compare the scene in "Annie Hall" when Woody Allen decides to become a Catholic and unpacks white bread and mayo from a grocery bag.) In order to get to the end (which I had to do because of my work), I entertained myself by ticking off how many times Jane Seymour dropped her American accent in the middle of sentences (47). This is a waste of 90 mins and you're better off watching something else.
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