The Intern has taken a beating by critics, and it’s easy to see why. It’s light, frothy and completely throwaway; but, in this instance at least, that’s something I’m actually okay with.
Some movies are made to move you, shock you and thrill you, whereas others are made simply to entertain – The Intern falls into the latter category. It doesn’t push the boundaries of the cinema, in terms of technicality, performance, or, even writing; it’s just there one moment and gone the next, and that’s exactly what you need from film every now and again.
Nancy Meyers’ latest stars Robert De Niro, who is easily the best he’s been in quite some time with this, as retired widower Ben Whittaker. He’s been a company man all his life and now, after the retirement honeymoon period has ended, he’s in desperate need for something to keep him busy again, and, give him purpose.
Enter Anne Hathaway’s Jules Ostin, the founder and manager of an online fashion site that’s become a bit of a sensation. Her company come with an idea of a ‘senior internship’, where the over sixty-fives have the opportunity to work in the trendy and modern organisation.
Whittaker applies for the internship, of course, and with his old-school charm and professional prowess, it isn’t long until he makes a name for himself in the company. Working directly with Ostin, the two form a relationship that begins to grow both inside and outside of work, and Whittaker becomes somewhat of a mentor to the business woman.
It’s a simple conceit, brought to the screen with charm through Meyers’ usual high standard of writing. It’s consistently chucklesome, often hilarious, and De Niro and Hathaway make for a wonderful double act.
The film isn’t anything special, but doesn’t deserve a lot of the criticism it’s getting at the same time. Some have argued that it’s been judged more harshly due to the fact that a woman has written and directed the film, and I’d have to agree.
This, compared to some of the stoner comedies that I’ve seen over the past few years – all of which made by men – is a masterpiece, and I’d gladly take The Intern over any bloated Judd Apatow film any day of the week.
The fact that we still have these conversations and debates is frankly ridiculous, when it’s quite clear that women are better writers than men anyway. They understand us better than we could ever understand them, which comes across through their writing.
The Intern won’t be winning any academy awards anytime soon, but then it doesn’t need to. It’s constructed specifically for the purpose to entertain, and does exactly that. It has great performances, lots of laughs and some genuinely moving moments as well. It passes the time and will make you leave with a smile on your face – sometimes, you can’t ask for more than that.
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