First off, I couldn’t find any sunshine pics for the movie “Love and Other Drugs,” so I went with a moon shot, above. Which is the only crack I’ll make in this entire post.
Second, I’m so out of touch with mainstream culture that I completely missed the fact that “Love and Other Drugs” includes a main character with Parkinson’s disease. My husband and I watched it the other night – we felt that for much of the movie the character’s PD appeared only as a device to move the plot forward. When her PD wasn’t needed, it didn’t exist. And we didn’t understand how someone who worked in a lackluster coffee shop and had no health insurance could (1) afford a big loft apartment, and (2) pull out wads of cash to pay for her visit to a hospital doctor. But all in all, it’s an entertaining, well-acted movie.
However, don’t take my word for it. Here are four published reviews:
- The New Yorker: glowing.
- The New York Times: mixed.
- The Guardian: cynically dismissive.
- The Perky Parkie: more hilarious than the movie itself.
To my mind, the best part of the movie is the stand-up open mic comedy club acts using real (I believe) people with Parkinson’s.
