I wonder if a sympathy vote was a factor in the critics' vote since the male lead, James Gandolfini of "Sopranos"' fame, died after filming was completed. I apologize but, please, don't let a star's death steer you to Enough Said, the title which describes this lackluster excuse for a movie.
It's enough to put bullfrogs to sleep.
This is so predictable, all you need to know is the description: A divorced masseuse meets divorced man whose ex happens to be a client of masseuse, and take it from there.
No mystery or passion and no questions, please.
This is so dull, she even knits. Costuming comes straight from the outdoor recycled bins at the dry cleaner's.
This is a "comedy"? It's a sad look at middle-age life and how tiresome it can become...if you let it.
This film lacks any redeeming social value and that includes the flat sex. The passion in Enough is enough to freeze melting ice. But I don't want to understate the case. If this is hot sex, corn stalks with chives are a lot better and hotter.
It's wild enough to be used as an onscreen laxative. Nursing home occupants will fall asleep quickly. Give me some action! Something to look at and hear.
One nomination, however (and I don't mean to go overboard):
Most boring film of this century
The only plus is the performances of the three "teen" girls.
How could this have possibly been nominated for the 2013 Toronto International Film Festival unless it was meant to calm the mayor while he awaits sentencing by the news media in the torture chamber?
Close to $16 million in revenue for nine weeks = <$2 million/week. Oh, but that's "limited release." I can tell you why it's "limited release," all right. Limit yourselves from wasting time and money on it.
Attention, Julia Louis-Dreyfus: You can do waaaaaaay better than this. Enough said.