As Frances, a San Francisco writer whose husband leaves her but keeps her house, Lane is similarly unafraid to go puffy-eyed and red-nosed with sadness, though thatâs as humanly messy as writer-director Audrey Wells (Guinevere, The Kid) cares to get, with both Lane and her film.
This character so frighteningly shows up when we don’t want her to that a colleague of mine swore she was going to turn out to be some kind of eminent doppelganger for Frances, which wouldn’t have been too surprising considering that Wells is also responsible for Bruce Willis’ The Kid, where an adult male came face-to-face with his child self.
Director Audrey Wells who penned such pleasing fare as the recent critical failure “Raising Helen” and the just awful “The Kid” creates a fun, light and very airy film that won’t depress even at its more heavy moments.