Never Again

A hugely enjoyable romantic comedy that dares to suggest that love can bloom -- and, more important, hormones can rage -- after 50. Smart, sassy and slickly packaged.

A comedic semi-rehash of "An Unmarried Woman" (1978) with older leads, Never Again sports a good-hearted story but doesn't know how to tell it.

This is not exactly original, but Schaeffer and his cast manage to make it tolerable.

Kudos to writer-director Eric Schaeffer for doing a sexually graphic romantic comedy about fiftysomethings without being patronizing or cutesy. With both heart and guts, he honestly depicts how that moony-eyed, falling-in-love rush of endorphins is the same at 55 as it is at 15.

Clayburgh is the most dignified thing about this dreadfully overwrought, often preposterous romantic comedy.

The movie, like its lovers, is really two films smushed together in the faint hope that sheer incongruity can grind out laughter.

Rarely does a film so graceless and devoid of merit as this one come along.