Review of Easy

Never have the shades of modern dating, flashing too quickly from delicious to devastating and back again, been captured so well in film. Brava, Ms.

Weinstock, bravissima.

Marguerite Moreau's Jamie is so distinct, so rich with idiosyncrasies to a degree that would make most filmmakers nervous, worried to alienate the audience.

But the character is charming; it is soon clear that her weirdness is merely an accurate sketch of how distinct we all would be, if our most private moments

were recorded. So the effect, no matter how original, quite marvellously evokes the real, the normal.

While nearly every character boasts this unusual realness (an exception is

Jamie's older sister, who is the only major character that may be construed as a generic type), the situations and feelings they evoke are quite intimately familiar. This is not a typical romantic comedy to be accompanied with strawberry wine

coolers and dreamily horny sighs. No seduction is without awkwardness, and

the whole film might be subtitled "imbroglio." So it describes, as it were, real life.

Hope we see it distributed soon.