Somehow I got it into my head that this was going to be a romp in the vein of Brewster McCloud ‐ a film I appreciated more than liked ‐ but this film has so much more wit, so much more heart. Not the words I was expecting to be using to describe such a toxic story. Matthau and May are perfect foils for each other. Matthau’s hangdog face and dour demeanor against May’s innocent ditziness and I could watch this potent combination for hours.

Wonderful.