Diane Keaton and Susan Sarandon destroy romantic comedy in Cynic Mess ‘Maybe I Do’

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Last year, The Daily Beast published an article titled «The Rom-Com Revival Is Real!» in reference to the announcement that Richard Gere, Diane Keaton, Susan Sarandon and more would team up for a romance together. This film, Maybe I do, has now arrived. After seeing the film, I insist that we cancel this title – even if the romantic comedy revival exists, it has nothing to do with this terrible film.

You would think that combining big stars like Gere, Keaton, Sarandon, Emma Roberts, William H. Macy and Luke Bracey, the movie doesn’t even have to be good. Can’t he survive on star power alone? No. Absolutely not. We have seen this happen with ticket to paradise, last year’s total wreckage featuring Julia Roberts and George Clooney as two divorced parents bickering at their daughter’s wedding. No matter how dazzling your stars may be, nothing can make up for a terrible, unfunny storyline devoid of any romance.

Why did the Rom-Com studio crash and burn this year?

The only thing that ticket to paradise however, that was how magnetic Roberts and Clooney were. Maybe I do doesn’t have an ounce of chemistry to offer.

Two groups of older couples – Howard (Gere) and Grace (Keaton), and Monica (Sarandon) and Sam (Macy) – grew tired of each other. So they seek the company of new lovers. The twist, however, is that they do a spouse swap; Howard sleeps with Monica, while Sam and Grace share a more emotional bond. Coincidentally, these two couples are also parents to half of another couple: Michelle (Roberts) and Allen (Bracey), who are struggling to define their future.

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But the film takes forever to define these relationships (Howard and Grace are Michelle’s parents, Monica and Sam are Allen’s, parents have changed partners – in case you can’t follow), despite its goofy premise. which should be explained as soon as possible. possible. This great family entanglement is not a twist; You’re welcome ? moment, because the trailer already spoiled it. Instead of introducing switcheroo’s goofy plot in the first act, Maybe I do spends the first 30 minutes going through existentialism and romantic dread of the old. Ah, aren’t romantic comedies delicious?

Part of the appeal of a rom-com is escapism – casting off all cynicism, rom-coms prevail like blind rays of hope. Maybe I do is lucky to offer hope to his young couple, played by two actors who had such wonderful chemistry in the Netflix original romantic comedy Vacation. However, they are stripped of all personality in this new movie. When we meet Michelle and Allen at a wedding, Michelle hopes to grab the bridal bouquet to be the next bride. In order to avoid this, Allen jumps in front of the flowers, pushing them away from Michelle’s grasp.

Diane Keaton is clumsier than ever. Why is it still so appealing?

Those are the only two traits we get for these two: Michelle hopes to marry Allen; Allen thinks marriage is a relationship’s death sentence. They spend the rest of the film discussing their conflicting opinions until they can argue no more, calling their parents for advice. And, let’s remember, these parents know nothing about staying committed in a relationship. They all sleep together!

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So Allen’s parents arrive at Michelle’s, Sarandon wearing a white coat with marshmallow puffs for the sleeves, while Keaton pulls high-waisted khakis up to his ribcage. While it’s always fun to see Keaton in a Nancy Meyers-esque kitchen, watching her jump happily for Jesus in a frumpy flannel isn’t exactly the heartwarming flick we’ve all been looking for from the actress. Maybe I do creates caricatures of its four main actors – Keaton an intimate grandmother, Gere a suave playboy, Sarandon a dazzling diva and Macy a sad sack – what you’d expect from a college theater production Dream of a summer nightnever nominated for an Oscar.

Nothing really happens in Maybe I do. While that’s not always a detrimental factor in movies, it’s not quite what you’d expect from a rom-com, where lust kicks in over dinner, hands are brushed in museums, or three dads visit. a Greek island to meet their long-lost daughter. Instead, Allen and Michelle bicker on a bed over the wedding, an argument in which the most shocking revelation is that Michelle is wearing her thick leather boots. on his bed! It’s as if ChatGPT is generating this «human» rom-com via AI, writing an all-star cast with word dialogue spewed out as thoughtful conversations about life.

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It is possible to excuse a bad movie. But when a bad movie squanders some of the game’s best talent, it’s a completely indefensible act. Maybe I do made me wince at the rudeness of Diane Keaton, a crime punishable by the heaviest penalty. There’s also no payoff to any of the film’s heavy cynicisms, resulting in pessimistic garbage tied to a nonsensical ending. Save yourself the heartache and watch a Nancy Meyers movie instead.

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