Being Charlie ★★★

Rob Reiner's directorial career has been in an unmitigated nosedive since the mid-'90s, as flameouts like the gooey "The Magic of Belle Isle" and the misbegotten "Rumor Has It…" have made it hard to remember that he was behind the camera for some of the most significant comedies of the late 20th Century. It's not an altogether uncommon fate for a middlebrow filmmaker with a handful of classics to his name — in fact, it's a predicament as clichéd as the movies that people in Reiner's position tend to make (the banality of “The Bucket List“ was enough to make people yearn for the macabre absurdity of "North"). They get rich, they grow complacent, they become symptomatic of the system that they were once helping to reinvigorate, and they grow out of touch with what human behavior looks like outside of the Hollywood bubble. So it's no surprise that Reiner's redemption, and his best film in more than 20 years, comes from a deeply personal place.