Two old pros show the kids how romantic-comedy chemistry works in “And So It Goes,” a love-the-last-time-around romp that’ll give its target audience the warm fuzzies.
Diane Keaton dons one stylishly kicky outfit after another, and all is well in this high-rent corner of Connecticut, where the perfectly coiffed Michael Douglas plays her permanently grumpy Realtor neighbor.
They fight, flirt, annoy and court like it’s 1979. This Rob Reiner comedy has the Oscar-winning heir to Hepburn and the Oscar-winning Son of Kirk in grandparent mode, just a couple of spry old-timers forced together when the grandkid he never knew moves in, and prefers the company of the neighbor lady who cannot stand him.
Oren Little (Douglas) is waiting on that one last big sale before retiring in tony suburban Bristol. After 44 years in the business, he’s selling his priciest listing — an $8 million mansion that was his home. Widowed, he drives to showings in his vintage Mercedes convertible, himself immaculately turned out, the house immaculately staged. It’s overpriced, but telling him that sets him off.
His neighbors in the charming waterfront fourplex he’s downsized to have to contend with rudeness, selfishness and general boorishness, which his second martini only accentuates.
Leah (Keaton) is a widowed lounge singer who fronts a jazz combo (Reiner plays the toupee’d piano player) who cannot get through a set without talking about her late husband, and weeping.
When Oren’s estranged, ex-junkie son (Scott Shepherd) shows up and drops Oren’s granddaughter, Sarah (Sterling Jerins), on Dad as he heads off to prison, Oren’s crankiness endures its toughest test. Leah steps in and that throws the two adults together.
Working from an undemanding Mark Andrus (“As Good as It Gets”) script, Reiner steers closer to his old big-budget studio picture form. He did “When Harry Met Sally” in his prime, but his last film was the deservedly unseen Morgan Freeman twinkler “The Magic of Belle Isle.” His players know how to land a laugh, and he fills in around the leads with choice character player support. “Jersey Boy” Frankie Valli plays a club owner, and the great Frances Sternhagen is Oren’s only friend, a fellow Realtor who lets a few cute codger cusswords fly in between puffs of her ever-present Camel Unfiltered.
It’s all adorably light, aside from the odd, jarring moment when Oren has to face the ultrarealistic addicts of his son’s former life. And the players are never less than game.
Mercifully, the movie isn’t about the child. But the jokes, sight gags and comic situations never aim higher than “cute,” and often fall short. Oren is kind of a halfhearted ogre, and Keaton’s Leah is half-greatest hits performance, half-wardrobe, with that wardrobe looking like half the picture’s budget.
Still, seeing these veteran players go through their paces, find their comic rhythms and probe for laughs where many a laugh has been found before is not a bad thing. Now that everybody who wanted to see it has caught the story of Valli’s life on the screen, here’s a perfectly pleasant, if winded replacement, one with the real Frankie in it.