Critic Consensus: Though Streep is dependably terrific in her role, the rest of the movie is too sitcom-ish, and the romance itself is dull.
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The writing and direction by Ben Younger is crisp and insightful enough to prevail, and the performances are all very good.
Follows a familiar boy-meets-girl scenario, but Younger turns the routine into combustible fun.
A movie as weirdly titled as it is constructed, the romantic comedy Prime is proof that even the great Meryl Streep occasionally slips up in her acting choices.
Streep, beaming in her horn-rimmed glasses and spouting platitudes like 'Focus on the now, for now,' makes it all a treat.
A cut above the formulaic romances Hollywood typically grinds out.
Audience Reviews for Prime
A lightly neurotic Shiksa divorcee of a certain age falls in love with a twenty-something who turns out to be the ridiculously good-looking son of her very Jewish psychoanalyst. Really quite sweet and Annie Hall-esque, down to the bittersweet closing montage of Rafi and David's time together. The sprinkling of Jewishisms is more earnest (than in Allen fare) and contemporary with the Jewish hip hop soundtrack, and the mistaken identity plot is funny but not too embarrassing or uncomfortable. The moment of revelation isn't "Greek in scope"; it's quiet and stunned. Bryan Greenberg is just really, really, ridiculously good-looking, and Uma Thurman is charming in a way I haven't appreciated in the past. I love the scene with Morris having to hide in the closet, then being startled by the cat, then feeding the cat beer, then sneezing because he's allergic, and subsequently, giving himself away.
I thought this film was well done. Young pretty guy falls for beautiful "older" woman (Uma Thurman). It just turns out that Uma's shrink (Meryl Streep) is pretty guy's mom. Imagine the possibilities! Meryl plays the Jewish mother/therapist well.
Disposable and enjoyable fluff that's funny, touching and vascillates between the realistic and the hyper-glossy. I was with it until about the last 15 minutes, when it started pulling punches and went saccharine on me. Lazily acted (even by Meryl Streep), but sharply written otherwise... I'm damning it by faint praise, aren't I? I was mostly interested to see this because I liked Bryan Greenberg in Unscripted, where we saw him totally hungover trying to shoot the furniture store scenes. Take Nora Ephron and water her down, and you get a movie like this: it's not terrible, but that's about the best I can say for it.
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