P.S.

Ultimately, p.s. confirms Kidd's talent without expanding it or achieving the comic/dramatic heights of "Roger Dodger."

An intriguing and satisfying romance that may hold some appeal even for those who normally do not like films about affairs of the heart.

Once you get beyond the absurdity of the premise, it works.

While not dwelling on plot eventually gets P.S. in trouble during the slack finale, it gives Linney and Grace plenty of room to maneuver.

This sappy stuff gets better direction by Kidd (who made the far superior Roger Dodger) than it deserves, and Linney gives a wonderfully wistful portrayal of urban loneliness.

The movie implodes, with each actor less vivid than he or she ought to be and each character less connected to the others than necessary for such an arbitrary plot.

What's disheartening is that an actress as fine as Ms. Linney has to endure the indignity of such excremental nonsense.