“It’s Complicated”: Another missive from romantic-comedy hell

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 01:23:00 +0000

That sound you hear now and then in the post-middle-age romantic comedy "It's Complicated" — something like the creaky cracking of a large frozen land mass whose surface has begun to melt just the tiniest bit — is the sound of Nancy Meyers having a sudden realization: Men are people, too. At least sometimes, if they happen to catch you in the right mood, maybe if they've just given you a good time in bed. The rest of the time, they're the Enemy, particularly if you're over 40 and still smarting over the cruel revelation that younger women exist. And that some (though not all) older men want them, perhaps more than they want you. Time to put on your mail-order art-to-wear kimono, pour another glass of chardonnay, and get together with your equally bitter girlfriends, all of whom have much to say about how much they hate everything with a penis, although once in a while — logic be damned — it would be kind of nice to touch one again.

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“It’s Complicated”: Another missive from romantic-comedy hell