If thereís a point to Ben Youngerís pseudo-romantic pseudo-comedy Prime, I couldnít find it. Meryl Streep is spectacular and Uma Thurman might be even better, but the movie goes nowhere and takes a ridiculously long time to get there.
Itís the story of a middle-aged divorcee named Rafi (Uma Thurman) dating a 23 year-old child named David (Brian Greeberg). Child is an appropriate word, because thereís nothing mature about this kid. Heís 23 going on 16, and Rafiís insistence on constantly lauding his maturity only makes his immaturity more glaring. Rafi also thinks heís really funnyÖ because I think somewhere in the film he parroted someone elseís joke. Obviously, sheís inventing reasons to be with him, but the truth is heís young, hot, and sheís enjoying being single. Of course the film never explores any of that. Instead, the script insists on talking endlessly about true love while Rafi pays Davidís bills, and gives him a spot in her cushy pad. There are rules of course. For instance David canít have over any friends. I wouldnít be surprised to learn that she also forbids him from riding his bike past the end of the block.
As if the relationship between Rafi and the practically pre-pubescent David wasnít creepy enough, Prime throws in another twist, presumably for comedic effect. Rafiís therapist Lisa is Davidís mother, only Rafi doesnít know it. Maybe she shouldnít have told Lisa how much she loves Davidís penis. At least she said it was big.
Director/Writer Ben Younger seems to wish he was directing an indie movie, as the film sort of jumps around in that lazy, witless, pretentious fashion that only the most flat, boring indie movies manage. Everyone in the film is an artist, or a therapist, or Jewish. Because of course those are the people that matter, right? But those indie movies Younger is aping, bad though they may often be, are genuine labors of love. Theyíre trying to be something better, ther just lack the skill to do it. Younger isnít trying to make anything better than what his movie is, and itís a big pile of nothing.
Thurman does her best to pick up the slack left by Primeí disinterested script, but sheís left running in place. Worst is the pivotal miscasting of the movieís lead. Brian Greenberg is not a talent, heís a big waste of space. So is the movie by the way, and itís not worth sticking with it as it drags on and on, forgetting to laugh and struggling to find an inoffensive way to finish. Itís a go nowhere do nothing movie. Go somewhere, do something better than spending time with Prime.
Reviewed By: Joshua Tyler