Okay, I suppose I deserved it. I mean what did I expect from a movie about some old ladies (who don't look old because they are actually Hollywood stars) who find romance and hot sex late in life -- depth? Starring Jane Fonda, Diane Keaton, Candice Bergen and Mary Steenburgen, Book Club is a bit of fluff revolving around four friends whose lives are turned upside down after they read "Fifty Shades of Grey" in their book club, and suddenly they all want to be tied up and have multiple orgasms. Not with each other, which might have made it more interesting, but with men. You know -- the old-fashioned way.
Here's what you will see: Diane Keaton, who for her whole life has been exactly my age, inexplicably plays a woman five years younger. She still dresses like Annie Hall and is still very adorable, although quite wrinkled. Jane Fonda, who is a decade older than Keaton, is alarmingly smooth and taut, thanks to her all her plastic surgery. She plays herself. Mary Steenburgen is as dull as dishwater, as usual, making one wonder how she got anywhere in the movies to begin with. Candice Bergen, looking mannish, plays a federal judge. She is unconvincing in the role, looks puffy and is not aging well.
Everyone in this tale is very rich and lives in a beautiful house worthy of a home decorating magazine. They all drink lots and lots and lots of wine, yet none of them go to AA meetings. There is no clever dialog and no action to speak of. For those reasons, I can't believe I watched the whole thing. (In my defense, Andy Garcia plays Diane Keaton's love interest and he looks great and is still sexy.)
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