This is without doubt one of the most curdled, stiltingly boring movies I have ever seen. The self indulgent pretensions of the writer, director and actors are celebrated and regurgitated for a mind numbing two hours. Frank Langella is a fabulous stage presence ill served with this atrocious script. No one on this planet talks the way he has these characters converse - except for smirking little literary pretenders without an ounce of creativity or artistic talent. The unappealing and untalented supporting cast does their tortured best to support the thesis that a horrible script can be overcome by a cast celebrating the holy grail of literature. Hogwash. This is deplorable self indulgence like I've never seen. I HATED this movie. And don't believe any of these positive reviews. You don't think these little Indie films have figured out the upside of loading up the IMDb site?
Review of Starting Out in the Evening
