Oren (Michael Douglas) is an acid-tongued real estate agent living in a tiny lakeside apartment packed with his old furniture while he tries every trick in the book to sell the mansion he’d shared with his now deceased wife. Leah (Diane Keaton) is a ditzy nightclub singer living in the apartment next door who’s still struggling to get over her husband’s death. When Oren’s son drops off his pre-teen daughter on his way to prison (don’t worry, he didn’t kill anyone), Leah and the rest of the apartments’ residents’ ears prick up: could this grumpy old man have a heart after all?
Director Rob Reiner avoids drama, comedy, and anything else that could possibly raise the audience’s heartrate in this exceedingly gentle look at old folk wandering around, resulting in something that feels more like being wrapped in a big warm blanket for 90 minutes. Douglas and Keaton can do this stuff in their sleep and really deserve better, but at least against such a bland backdrop their charisma gets plenty of chances to shine. When the only memorable thing about a film is the cornball faces Reiner pulls while appearing as Leah’s pianist, you may prefer to take a nap yourself.