The Nora Ephron Movie That Wasn't
Nora wrote the screenplay, and there's a lot of Ephron here, but most of it struggles to get out thanks to Mike Nichols' rather plodding direction. And I'm a Nichols fan; the mystery is why this story, which seems tailor-made for him, never comes alive. Was it just a matter of chemistry, or what?
All the eccentric nuances that distinguish the main characters as real people and that make an Ephron movie so unique just come off as quirks here. Streep does what she can with the material, but she's framed with such detachment that she just comes across as thrashing around. What I think I'm trying to say is that Ephron's stories are totally character-driven, and that requires a level of intimacy that's completely missing here.
Still very much worth watching, though.
There, daddy, do I get a gold star?