Viewers of Love Comes Lately may find themselves wishing they had curled up with a Phillip Roth book instead. Not that Jan Schutte’s film, awkwardly grafted together with three short stories by Isaac Bashevis Singer, doesn’t have its share of charms, most of which are to be found in its glowing supporting cast of veteran female performers. Yet this tale of an 80-year-old Jewish writer making the literary circuit rounds and dealing with a variety of romantic entanglements, is a mostly creaky affair, evocative of not the life at its center so much as the many similarly themed (and less clumsily executed) films that have come before.
With its main narrative thread interrupted by tangential fictions and dream sequences, Love Comes Lately often comes across as a less randy version of Woody Allen’s Deconstructing Harry (which was in turn a far more randy remake of Bergman’s Wild Strawberries); it’s a mostly benign affair, though, and it doesn’t probe far enough into its protagonist’s deep-rooted neuroses or octogenarian sexual hang-ups. Click here to read the rest of Michael Koresky’s review of Love Comes Lately.