70-year-old widower Ben Whittaker has discovered that retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be. Seizing an opportunity to get back in the game, he becomes a senior intern at an online fashion site, founded and run by Jules Ostin.
It takes all the leads considerable combined charm to forestall the aftertaste of the pic s smug life lessons and near-comically blinkered worldview.
The movie offers more frustrations than rewards to discerning viewers of any age or gender.
The tone remains as plush and soft-cornered as one of Meyers ubiquitous throw pillows (though it s also knowing enough to toss off a good joke about them).
Considering the movie s fortune-cookie-style "insights" that old and young have much to learn from each other, it s only appropriate that De Niro and Hathaway s charms, and those alone, comprise the saving graces of "The Intern."
The spongy subtext of this and every Meyers movie is "We re being serious, but we re also being FUN!" No viewer must ever be made to think too much, feel too much, or be left out. She doesn t so much tell a story as lead a team-building exercise.
Mr. De Niro owns the movie from the moment he opens his mouth, and is staring into the camera and right at you. (Oh, yes, he s lookin at you.) You can t look away, and soon you don t want to.
The most genuinely enjoyable and likable movie that Meyers-a longtime writer and producer before taking up directing-has put her name to since, oh, I don t know, 1984 s "Irreconcilable Differences."
The movie s ideas run out quickly, but De Niro is easygoing, and The Intern is indulgent good fun. Just don t go in expecting nutrition.
"The Intern" is idiotic, unrealistic, Boomer wish fulfillment that has no business working on any level. I quite enjoyed it.
This kind of unhurried, low-conflict story coming from a mainstream filmmaker might be more invigorating if not for the eventually wearying idealization of the De Niro character and the odd implications that come along with it.