Starring Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin, Steve Martin, John Krasinski, Lake Bell, Mary Kay Place, Rita Wilson and Hunter Parrish.
Directed by Nancy Meyers.
It's as safe as one could expect from a Nancy Meyers movie. Insanely wealthy middle-aged people engage in sexual hijinks. At this point I think someone's invented an app that'll generate a Nancy Meyers script if you plug in 2-3 actors and two sentences of plot concept.
Meryl Streep and Alec Baldwin play a divorced couple with grown children. They apparently have a cordial relationship now, though he's starting to feel haggard with his trophy wife's fertility obsession and her rambunctious son. The two wind up sleeping together for old times' sake, and so now she feels guilty that she is the mistress with her ex-husband. They keep it secret. She even starts dating an architect (Steve Martin, in the dullest role of his career) and wants to see if that might develop.
Felt more like amusing dinner theater than an actual movie. The preview gave away the funniest parts, and I didn't think the preview looked that funny.