Edward Zwick’s film is a little of this and a little of that, somewhat schizophrenic. It’s mostly a romantic comedy, but it gets into darker and more pensive issues as well: the difficulty of letting go and loving someone, the difference between needing and being needed, giving oneself over to a life that will only ultimately deteriorate as disease takes its toll.
The film is based on a memoir, and I’m wondering how different the film is from the book. I’d suspect quite different. The storyline? Jamie (Jake Gyllenhaal) is aimlessly stumbling around young adulthood, when he takes a job as a trainee at the pharmaceutical giant Pfizer. Success comes his way when the manufacturer introduces Viagra. He has also met Maggie (Anne Hathaway) whom he is smitten with. Both are in it for the good times, the sex. Neither of them want it to get serious. So they say. Maggie has stage 1 Parkinson’s so is on a cocktail of drugs. They have a push-pull relationship, as they slowly fall into that other disease (or is it a drug?) love.
Standard fare but thankfully a little kooky. What makes the movie is the free and uninhibited ways in which Gyllenhaal and Hathaway relate to each other. They have an undeniable chemistry and Hathaway has a radiant beauty. Date flick.