So happy to discover that this old favorite is on Netflix instant streaming. Doubly happy to see it in widescreen for the first time — who knew this was such a good-looking movie? And triply happy that everything that I liked about it before still holds up after all these years. Meg Ryan is at the height of her adorability. Walter Matthau makes a fun Einstein. And all the rest holds its own among any of the Coen Brothers's or Steve Martin's quirky love fables.
I got hung up on the “struggling screenwriter” contrivance, which felt too cute and convenient. (And not just because Colin Farrell doesn’t make a convincing anything, let alone an angst-ridden writer.) Adaptation is the only movie I can think of that takes that kind of premise and turns it into something revealing instead of just self-obsessed.
I enjoyed quite a few scenes, though. The payoff with the Vietnamese psychopath was moving and inspired. And Christopher Walken's performance is nearly worth…