My first instinct almost spoiled the movie. Michelle Pfeiffer plays a forty one year old a million times better than Susan Sarandon, but that does not diminish my foreknowledge of her face lifts, liposuctions and collagen implants. The true age discrepancy of the actors borders on creepy. Aside from the bitterness brought on by the falsity of their real life-in movie age differential, the film has a great deal of charm and appeal. The only problem, as already mentioned, is that it will likely appeal only to a target audience. Hopefully couples enjoyed watching this straight to DVD release while engaged in some form of coital bliss. More than likely however, this film catalyzed thousands of "do I look old?" and "where is this really going?" fights. Paul Rudd’s dance scenes are impressive, he is truly talented (as a dancer). Michelle Pfeiffer has found a new typecasting late in her career as the older, more mature but slightly rebellious against old age mother.

       The romance between these two characters faces serious hardships. An immediate attractive for Rudd turns into a psychodrama of epic proportions as the cougaring Pfeiffer struggles within herself to find confidence and the courage to devote herself entirely to a younger man. When she finally succumbs, possibly from the greatest sex she has or evil will have, or more likely as a result of his charms, his rising career threatens her authority and causes a temporary collapse. Keep in mind this is a chick flick and I refuse to spoil the ending for my readers.

       Watch this film on a Saturday morning, or become Superman, turn back the clock for one day and watch it on Valentine’s night. Otherwise, if you are taking a break from work, bar hopping, or the grind of real world existence, this film will NOT satisfy your lust for something meaningful, entertaining, funny, or satisfying. It is what it is, charming and nothing more.