Well, according to critics, the Nancy Meyers-directed comedy about a widower (De Niro) who interns at a fashion website run by a young woman (Hathaway) lacks a bit in story depth (while containing an overflow of cheesy music) – but is fun and light overall.
The film, which hits theaters on Friday, received only a 58 percent rating on Rotten Tomatoes.
“Meyers can’t resist adding lots of godawful mischievous, tiptoeing-elf music (courtesy of composer Theodore Shapiro). The spongy subtext of this and every Meyers movie is ‘We’re being serious, but we’re also being FUN!’ No viewer must ever be made to think too much, feel too much, or be left out. She doesn’t so much tell a story as lead a team-building exercise … ‘The Intern’ has its finger on the pulse of young and old today. The heartbeat is the thing it fails to detect.” — Stephanie Zacharek, The Village Voice
Some argue that predictability and lack of humor will prevent this film from soaring.
“There is one surprise twist in the third act that suggests her life may not be as ideal as she thinks. But even this stumbling block is resolved much too quickly and neatly. The whole movie is way too tepid to scintillate. Even the humor is a bit antiseptic … All of Meyers’ movies are technically polished. In this case, the sets are cleverly designed by Kristi Zea, while the music by Theodore Shapiro is gratingly schmaltzy. In the end, an overdose of blandness sinks this middling star vehicle.” — Stephen Farber, The Hollywood Reporter
Others argue that the on-screen chemistry between Hathaway and De Niro is the saving grace of the film.
“If ‘The Intern’ is a little bland and basic, at least the people onscreen execute their duties well enough. De Niro plays a real character here, not just an assemblage of acting tics and facial expressions; Hathaway also handles every moment and line nicely, although if you dislike watching her cry on-screen, you have ample reason to shun this film. As for the look of the movie, cinematographer Stephen Goldblatt has created a handsome film …” — James Rocchi, The Wrap