Louis-Dreyfus, Gandolfini do their thing. 'Enough Said'
There's an amusing wistfulness to Nicole Holofcener's latest exploration of woman and love, “Enough Said.” And since it co-stars the late-James Gandolfini, you can throw in a touch of melancholy, a sort of dark cloud that hangs over an otherwise light and hopeful L.A. romance among those pushing 50. He gives a poignancy to one of his last screen appearances that lives on past his death.
Julia Louis-Dreyfus stars as Eva, a long-divorced single-mom and massage therapist. Her job is a bore, her daughter (Tracey Fairaway) is about to move off to college and she's resigned to the shrinking dating scene she faces.
Then, Eva joins her friends (Toni Collette, Ben Falcone) for a party. That's where she meets Marianne (Catherine Keener). She could be a new customer and maybe even a new friend.
And then Eva meets the portly, frumpy Albert (Gandolfini), who clicks with her because they both find “no one at this party I'm attracted to.” They're both down on rude “younger people.” He finds her random, inappropriate wisecracks funny, and he's able to make her laugh, too.
They date, even though she's hesitant. She tries not to judge the way he loads his low-fat yogurt with M&Ms or look askance at his Sunday sweatpants-for-brunch routine.
That becomes tricky when Eva realizes that the ex-husband her new client / pal Marianne is constantly griping about is named Albert, too. Her “Fat Albert” must be Marianne's Fat Albert.
That's a slim coincidence to build a movie on, but Dreyfus makes the most of it — letting us see the wheels turn as Eva starts looking for the same faults that her friend saw in Albert, and then tries to figure out how to address this “problem” of revealing to one that she knows the other. Dreyfus wears Eva's neediness on her sleeve, reaching for her sounding board (Collette's character is a shrink), clinging to a teenager who actually listens to her, her daughter's best friend (Tavi Gevinson).
What's fun here, to a point, is the collision of sensibilities. Dreyfus has made this sort of lovelorn joker her specialty, with a “Seinfeld”-polished bag of expressions, laughs and acting moves.
Gandolfini is charming and winning, but the butt of too many calorie-counting jokes to let us forget that he died — overweight and entirely too young — earlier this year. That knowledge doesn't hurt “Enough Said.” It actually deepens an otherwise-lightweight romance.
Roger Moore is a writer for McClatchy-Tribune News Service.