Critic Reviews

With some genuinely insightful dialogue, a number of truly funny bits of physical business, and small scenes allowing us to get know and like a half-dozen supporting players, The Intern grows us on from scene to scene, from moment to moment.

Here’s the thing: The Intern, while having its share of silly moments, is the most genuinely enjoyable and likable movie that Meyers — a longtime writer and producer before taking up directing — has put her name to since, oh, I don’t know, 1984’s “Irreconcilable Differences.”

These days, it’s tough to find a comedy that even aspires to sophistication. The Intern entertainingly fills that slot.

The success of this film may ride entirely on the alchemy of these particular actors, but whatever is carrying it, The Intern gets there.

There'd be a lot less strife and starvation, disease and dread, if Nancy Meyers ruled the world.

When the film gets more serious it produces some affecting moments between the two leads.

With The Intern, Meyers has made another bright, contemporary American comedy with a lot on its mind — and works hard to make it look effortless.

Hathaway’s take on the underwritten Jules is refreshingly unshowy, but De Niro seems a little lost.

Meyers wants this to be all sort of amiable and charming and a big warm bath of a film, and it is.

Playing a 70-year-old seeking renewed purpose as an intern at an Internet start-up, Robert De Niro is gentle as a kitten. Is it disrespectful to want to greet this icon of American cinema with a snuggle and a tumbler of warm milk?