Older man, younger woman? This could easily be clichéd or icky, or worse. Fortunately, Doremus handles the pair's relationship with restraint and his leads, improvising their dialogue, deliver terrific performances.
The film, for all its Lolita-esque potential, is remarkably chaste. The pair's magnetism is driven less by lust than the will to escape everything they see as holding them back. It is never exactly clear who is leading and who is being led.
This is the kind of movie conceived as a tasteful attraction for people who consider themselves superior to the similar but vulgar Richard Dreyfuss vehicle Mr Holland's Opus. Give me Mr Holland any day.