It’s a little disturbing that James L. Brooks’s double-Oscar-winning comedy should get what amounts to a home-video brush-off.
Its dopey, privileged-set fantasy winds up as obvious as crawling through Keanu Reeves’s open window.
Don’t be fooled by the fireside polemic that opens Callie Khouri’s The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
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