The Intern is a happy little date-night or girls-night-out movie that will make you say, “Awww, that was sweet.” Anne Hathaway is adorable in her look-at-me-I’m-a-kinder-gentler-version-of-Anna-Wintour take on being the Woman In Charge who wears sunglasses and amazing coats and gets picked up by car service every day. If you’re a Devil Wears Prada fan (and you know you are), you’ll find yourself saying, “No, no! Don’t go in the house!” when the employee throws caution to the wind and enters the house. (Totes going to watch DWP tonight, though I don’t like the ending at all. The clothes. The thigh-high boots. The Tucci. I can’t resist.)
Robert De Niro stars as Ben, a nice 70-year-old retiree/widower who finds it emotionally exhausting to try to fill up his day with random golf games and other old-man-gatherings, and hops on the chance to become a Senior Intern at an internet start-up. His success and enthusiasm certainly caused me to want to become a senior intern. I mean, why not? I got a senior discount into this movie, after all.
Let’s talk about that, shall we? Apparently, I am not aging as gracefully as I think I am if I, at 54, pass for 62. Then again, I’m down with saving money, however that may happen. We can blame it on the teenager behind the counter–seriously, when I was her age, I could not tell the difference between forty and seventy, and even today, at a support group I attend, I accused a self-respecting 40-year-old woman of being only 25. She looked young to me, I have no other excuse.
Back to the movie: it’s sweet. It’s predictable. It has enough questions to hold you in your seat until the end so you can find out the answers. I wasn’t entirely thrilled with the ending, though I understood the reason behind it–a sort of zen moment, if you will–and there were some plot elements that could have been expanded on.
If you’re looking for a nice, happy way to spend an evening, this will do. Or wait for it to come streaming into your device. That’s also okay.