I love what EastEnders fans call a “wrinklies” romantic plotline. From the many loves of Pat Wicks/Butcher/Evans/last name of the next old dude on EastEnders (don’t get me started on Peggy Mitchell), to The Bridges of Madison County, 45 Years, and Something’s Got to Give— I’m here for all of it. I liked This Sort of Thing before I even belonged to This Sort of Thing’s target demographic. Give me good-looking old people being twinkly at each other, and I’m happy.
So, when I went to Netflix looking for something else, and found Our Souls at Night, it moved right to the head of the queue.
Be advised: The New York Times damned it with faint praise. (I guess you can’t be mean about anything starring Jane Fonda and Robert Redford, even if you didn’t like it.)
I don’t disagree with anything ol’ A.O. Scott said about it, but I liked it anyway. That guy needs to take up knitting.
P.S. The featured image for this post is of the same actors a few years ago in Barefoot in the Park. They were pretty twinkly back then, too.