Like the storied flavors of wine that this film casually visits, for me, it matures with each and every viewing. At its surface, It is refreshingly simple - yet, vicariously complex. I feel like comforting my friend, Miles, because there have been times that I’ve looked back upon situations, in my past, and yearned for a do-over. I’m talking about those helpless, powerless, regretful feelings that one arrives at whenever he or she finally grows a conscious - those epiphanies.
With his witty palette of Bad Luck Schleprockism and prudishness, Giamatti does a fantastic job of mirroring some of our deepest inadequacies. His sidekick, Jack (Church), is the perfect sounding board to frolically annoy the hell out of him, in the process. On the music side of the house, I dig the peppered-in light jazz score that delightfully complements this ‘Odd Couple’-like journey. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, the music is eerily reminiscent of said show.
Anyway, I really, really enjoy every layer of this film.
I haven’t read them all, but I’ve seen a few reviews crying, “chauvinism,” “sexist,” etc. To those narrow-viewed individuals I would say:
“This film is a fictionalized microsmic depiction of situations in the lives of characters whose essence somehow entered the mind of their author. Those who, internally, conceive ideas, usually, externally, witness their seeds - at some point. In other words; believe it or not, there are actually real-life flesh & blood characters akin to this film’s, walking amongst us, in the world - at this very second. How can you allow such uncontrollable external factors and situations to ruffle your feathers? Not every person or character, in the world or in a movie, is going to readily conform to your particular decorum, upbringing, and/or context. You should really get used to that notion - and simply educate yourself on what’s actually out in the world.”