Formula grows tired with The Intern.
|"Haha! It was this big!"|
Hathaway plays Jules Ostin, a self-reliant boss of her own e-commerce clothing company in Brooklyn, and for someone of her own caliber it almost seems as if she was sat down and instructed to “tone down” her atypical aggressive personality in favor of creating the sleeper rom-com of the decade. On the other side of town, Ben Whittaker, a retired, widowed and sociable guy responds to an ad posted by Ostin’s company About The Fit looking for a ‘senior intern’. He’s a swell, likeable “uncle”-type who has more free time on his hands to do more things – like interning at a blossoming Dot Com. The Intern seems to reach its own external cues of cut-and-dry scenes with little effort and does a bantam effort at not going outside the usual cookie cutter template of its genre.
In contrast, the standout performance doesn’t come from De Niro exactly, but rather from newcomer JoJo Kushner, playing Hathaway’s charming daughter, purposefully placed throughout the film to offer comedic relief as well as a safe distraction from the constant reminder of the film’s layering trails of storylines. The Intern seems to reach its own external cues of cut-and-dry scenes with little effort and does a bantam effort at not going outside the usual cookie cutter stigma of its film genre. A majority of the time is spent shoving Whittaker into unlikely situations we would assume to be true of all senior citizens, but perhaps that’s where the suggested “comedy” bit fits into the “romantic comedy” phrase of its kind.
|"Oh my! You weren't lying. |
That's just shocking."
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