hdavis-29 I've watched this movie twice before I dared comment. I'm beginning to wonder if there are two versions of it floating around. The one I've seen both times centers on a little nebishy 80 year old guy named Max, who blunders somewhat ineffectually through life, while attractive younger women (not young, just younger than he) who seem to find him irresistible. Barbara Hershey is gorgeous, the Latina maid, the widow, Ethel. What the hell do they SEE in this old man? He's no great wit or charmer and he sure ain't good looking. So there's this credibility gap right at the core of the film. It's a nice fantasy to have - that when you reach a certain age, women will flock to you simply because you're alive and (presumably) available. But it undermines the film. This probably worked better as a book, allowing the reader to cast the various roles.Maybe this was a great story and it's just the casting that undermines it. In any case, the pacing and understated style will make this film toxic for anyone under 50.

edwagreen Very depressing film where holocaust survivor and writer, Max Kohn pursues his life while lecturing about his writings and literally living out these writings.Max has quite an imagination with long-suffering girlfriend Rhea Perlman and others. His escapades in Florida are interesting but a little too much to take.The last episode where he recounts a short story with Ethel, the recently widowed lady, who bought into his Florida condo to get away from memories of her recently dead husband and her rheumatism from N.Y. are outrageous at best. Ethel comes on quickly and suddenly withdraws. Her dive out the window isn't exactly James Mason in "A Star is Born."Come on, we're supposed to be seeing Jewish ladies running after the widowers with chicken soup in Florida, not anything like this. We know the man is unhappy but seeing men dropping dead at hotels, a shooting at a house, a Spanish maid trying to make it with our culprit, is way above the realm of human understanding and expectation.Max, you're a hopelessly dull, sad person. All your endings don't have to be sad ones. Otherwise, why were we all put on this earth?

evening1 Imagine a man in his 80s who attracts a succession of much younger, beautiful women who want nothing more than to seduce him. Sound unbelievable? Well, the man in question happens to be a writer who confuses reality with his own imaginings. Is he making this story up in some sort of narcissistic haze? The viewer is never quite sure. Some may like this ambiguity; I came to find it a bore. "Love Comes Lately" starts out all right. We see Kohn in a neurotic relationship with his longtime girlfriend, played nicely by Rhea Feldman. He seems mildly charming at this point, if a tad manipulative and dishonest. But then the movie deteriorates into the series of interludes with women who find Kohn irresistible. It was sad to see the wonderful Barbara Hershey cast as one of these deluded groupies. Someone must have discovered Otto Tausig and thought him cute but it was fantasy to think he could sustain a feature-length film.

ArizWldcat This was one of our choices to see at Sundance this year, as it sounded like a charming story. It was a disappointment to us. The story moved quite slowly and meandered into strange dream sequences that were not far enough removed from the main character's real life to differentiate them from it. The main character was never quite sympathetic enough for me to care what happened to him, so this was a film that had me checking my watch quite often. It's only 90 minutes or so long, but it felt much, much longer. This was not one I would recommend. Apparently, I must continue as the above comment is not long enough. Feel free to skip this part.