Sun, October 12, 2025
Diane Keaton was and is a treasure, and I usually like Nicholson a lot, but 2003 must have been a very lean year for acting awards. He’s mostly phoning it in, with a reheated version of his usual dry-witted carefree scoundrel, and she’s delightful as always but not given very much to do. There’s not a single emotional beat in this story that makes any sense, the conversations go in circles (when they aren’t covered by a music montage), and the undertones are often downright misogynistic.
