I read this withering review with astonishment. I wouldn’t give it a second’s consideration. Anyone who cannot respond to this silly gorgeous and exuberant movie in kind is just an old fuddy-duddy, a stick in the mud, a wet blanket, a refuser of festivities, a party pooper.
Venerable actors, trailing great careers and dramatic roles behind them have come together to create this romp. The humour is basic, bubbly and actually funny. I did not cringe even once. Not even at the sight of Stellan Skarsgård’s sturdy buns… Once you enter the spirit of this souffle, this tiramisu, if you cringe you forfeit your right to take even a bite of it…
Don’t walk. Run to see it. Once you have seen Meryl Streep gyrating suggestively to music and Pierce Brosnan singing, in his raspy James Bond voice “we are not too old for sex”, you will finally forgive yourself for any awkward slip of the tongue or stupid behaviour you ever indulged in.
