My Old Lady

The film begins with upbeat music and what appears to be a comedy-of-errors setup, but it becomes so much more, bringing us through dark territory with wit, anger and grace, becoming in the end a much fuller tale for it.

My Old Lady is pretty compelling viewing, mostly thanks to Kline, who gives a career-high performance here.

It’s like a Parisian variation on Nicole Holofcener’s “Please Give,” or the premise of another PBS Masterpiece Theater series with Smith.

My Old Lady isn’t the tart slice of dessert that its initial scenes suggest it might be. In fact, it only becomes truly compelling in its second half, as Horovitz drives toward darker material and farther away from the light.

Though Horovitz's directing is workmanlike solid, and while the movie has a certain charm that makes it easy to walk in the door, it gives you little reason to stay.

It’s a pity party to which you’d like to RSVP an unequivocal “no.”

Israel Horovitz's film is basically a three-character play without a single character you can believe in.

This is much more than a comedy, which the trailer tries to make out it is. The first section of the film is indeed funny, though as the film progresses the humour becomes darker as we take a trip into the human psyche. What Izrael Horovitz gives the audience is a brilliant insight into family and how well do you really know them? He also gives you the moral of, whatever you do in life it has a consequence and it may not be a good one. Even though the film gets a little darker, it does only slip into a bittersweet melancholy and doesn't go so dark that people will turn off and the director does the change so subtly, within the story, you barely notice the change; it's so natural. I really liked this film. Well worth a watch.

Boo hoo, my daddy/mummy didn't love me and messed up my life! SHAARAP! Boring self-indulgent psychobabble-drama. Take all the worst excesses of Woody Allen and Richard Curtis and you get a Frankenstein monster called Israel Horovitz.