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But the problem isn't that older men and younger women are cast as couples; the problem is that it doesn't work in reverse. (For instance, the scene where Sharon Stone goes to bed with Leonardo DiCaprio in "The Quick and the Dead" was chopped to a brief morning-after scene.)

Guinevere Written and directed by Audrey Wells Starring Sarah Polley, Stephen Rea and Jean Smart

What bothers me about the criticism is that, these days, the question of whether there's actually any chemistry between the actors is treated as if it were irrelevant. Sean Connery and Catherine Zeta-Jones in "Entrapment" (zilch chemistry) is lumped in with Connery and Pfeiffer in "The Russia House" (a dream pairing). Woody Allen's genuinely creepy pairings with Helena Bonham Carter and Mira Sorvino aren't distinguished from the loosey-goosey give-and-take between Anne Heche and Harrison Ford in "Six Days, Seven Nights." (Do we have Heche to thank for restoring Ford's old smartass charm?) People often seem to have been brought together in the movies because their talent and charisma make them dream matches. I don't want to see those pairings limited by age any more than I like that they continue to be limited by gender and race. If you object to casting simply because an older man gets cast against a younger woman, you're substituting ideology -- discriminatory ideology -- for judgment.

"Guinevere" may escape that criticism. First of all, it was written and directed by a woman, Audrey Wells, and the incongruity in her lovers' ages is her subject. Secondly, the relationship between Polley's Harper and Rea's Connie is so recognizable that nobody is likely to claim it a stretch. We've all known smart, beautiful, dreadfully insecure young women who gravitate toward relationships with older men that are both a dare and a security blanket. Feeling so lousy about themselves, they can't believe that someone with some experience would be attracted to them, and they put up with all manner of nonsense that a more experienced woman would see right through, largely because they're afraid that if they don't, they'll find that no one else does want them.

That's largely the view that Harper's mom (Jean Smart) expounds (in a remarkably ugly scene), and there's no denying that Wells has a potent subject here. But it's approached timidly. Wells seems to fear that if she really plunges into the tenderness of the relationship she'll seem to be condoning it. The relationship is reduced to musical montages, with Harper laughing and Connie gazing at her admiringly. Lovemaking scenes conveniently dissolve to afterglow. Wells doesn't seem to have the guts to explore the area where the erotic shades over into the creepy. When Connie masturbates Harper while calling her "my good girl" the camera discreetly pulls back and the scene fades to black.

A big part of why the relationship doesn't take hold is the casting of Rea. In his first scenes, Rea looks as if the role of aging boho bullshitter might bring out something in him. He's down-at-heel rakish in his first meeting with Harper (he's been hired to photograph her sister's wedding), offering her a sip from his flask or slyly honoring her request that he not take her picture. But it doesn't take Rea long to decide that he's more interested in extending his record for Longest Acting Career Sustained on One Expression, and he's back to his baggy-eyed, hangdog look. As written, Connie is a type, but an accurate one. He's one of those somewhat-talented, aging guys whose complaints about bourgeois society are cover for their inability to get off their duff and try to do something. They're freeloaders, boozers and womanizers with an eye for the young ones they can still impress.

But this type needs more flair -- and sharper cruelty -- than the lost-in-a-funk Rea can muster. He does so little layering that Connie's sudden explosions at Harper play more like jarring psychotic episodes than logical outbursts of his own resentment and failings. And the movie can't chart the blurring of that tricky line where Connie's attempt to spur Harper on to greater confidence in her own opinions becomes bullying.

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