Adam Rogers's "At Middleton" (otherwise "Just One Day") tries to encapsulate - and build on - the feelings people have when their kids (in this case only children of 2 marriages) go on/off to university. Since a great many of us know that feeling, and all its emotional, practical and financial (!) nuances, there is a ready-made audience out there somewhere for Edith Martin taking daughter Audrey, and for George Hartman taking son Conrad, to a chocolate-box-looking place of learning (easy enough on the eye, certainly) but trying vaguely to make out it's Ivy League-ish, when actually it's far from it.
If you're feeling the symmetry in the above description, you may not be surprised to learn that it's writ large in the film, given that Conrad (a competent-enough Spencer Lofranco) is the rather non-academic though likeable-enough son of a rather stiff and intense (heart-surgeon) father - played by Andy Garcia; while Audrey (an OK Taissa Farmiga) is the driven, bright, tetchy and intellectual daughter of a slightly off-the-rails and a little bit too uninihibited mother (Vera Farmiga - yes (and no) - this actress is the SISTER in real life).
If you go on to imagine that the kids are going to help each other out, well that's so only partly; while if you think that George will help Edith get serious, while Edith assists George in lightening up, well you'd be more correct, but in fact this pair are both going to end up experiencing both bliss and extreme heartache in the course of "Just One Day".
A big part of any enjoyment you're going to extract from this therefore lies in the plausibility of a romance that can grow in literally the space of hours. On the other hand, this may be a romance waiting to happen, propelled along by desperation (and the aforesaid emotions of that unique "kids leave the nest" moment), all the more so given that both George and Edith are only now really admitting to themselves that they are not happy in their marriages, and are not far from a conviction that they might actaully have wasted - or underlived - a major chunk of their lives.
Those who have been through a bit of life are going to see that there is some mileage in this story. The young-cum-old and handsome/ordinary Garcia - whose input into this film goes beyond acting - has the potential to carry this off, while Vera Farmiga (rightly) looks a bit careworn by everything, but has a certain grace, and indeed a coquettish attractiveness she seems able to switch on and off as the mood takes her. They make a pretty enough couple, and at their most intensive moments (of which there are several) they are able to convince and even move us.
Unfortunately, however, the makers' desire to persuade us that there are funny and even slapstick moments in all of this largely fail, and occasionally fall flat on their faces. This is not merely the case for the stars either - several other characters seem to switch from serious to silly to standup and back again in the space of a few lines, and this is jarringly non-cohesive.
However, we out here in audience-land can "piece out their imperfections with our thoughts" if we so choose, I guess. (Though one is entitled to ask why we should have to do that!) And in so doing, we might put ourselves in the situation of attractive but somewhat subdued people who realise the wonderful time they might have together, but have only the briefest of brief encounters in which to experience that. Nobody who is not made of stone can ignore that entirely, though my choice of terms in the last sentence is of course non-random, and we have seen the odd (better) film resembling "At Middleton" before now.
Anyway, if you've really got a spare 90 minutes or so, this film has a few better and more meaningful moments that it might be worth keeping faith for...
If you're feeling the symmetry in the above description, you may not be surprised to learn that it's writ large in the film, given that Conrad (a competent-enough Spencer Lofranco) is the rather non-academic though likeable-enough son of a rather stiff and intense (heart-surgeon) father - played by Andy Garcia; while Audrey (an OK Taissa Farmiga) is the driven, bright, tetchy and intellectual daughter of a slightly off-the-rails and a little bit too uninihibited mother (Vera Farmiga - yes (and no) - this actress is the SISTER in real life).
If you go on to imagine that the kids are going to help each other out, well that's so only partly; while if you think that George will help Edith get serious, while Edith assists George in lightening up, well you'd be more correct, but in fact this pair are both going to end up experiencing both bliss and extreme heartache in the course of "Just One Day".
A big part of any enjoyment you're going to extract from this therefore lies in the plausibility of a romance that can grow in literally the space of hours. On the other hand, this may be a romance waiting to happen, propelled along by desperation (and the aforesaid emotions of that unique "kids leave the nest" moment), all the more so given that both George and Edith are only now really admitting to themselves that they are not happy in their marriages, and are not far from a conviction that they might actaully have wasted - or underlived - a major chunk of their lives.
Those who have been through a bit of life are going to see that there is some mileage in this story. The young-cum-old and handsome/ordinary Garcia - whose input into this film goes beyond acting - has the potential to carry this off, while Vera Farmiga (rightly) looks a bit careworn by everything, but has a certain grace, and indeed a coquettish attractiveness she seems able to switch on and off as the mood takes her. They make a pretty enough couple, and at their most intensive moments (of which there are several) they are able to convince and even move us.
Unfortunately, however, the makers' desire to persuade us that there are funny and even slapstick moments in all of this largely fail, and occasionally fall flat on their faces. This is not merely the case for the stars either - several other characters seem to switch from serious to silly to standup and back again in the space of a few lines, and this is jarringly non-cohesive.
However, we out here in audience-land can "piece out their imperfections with our thoughts" if we so choose, I guess. (Though one is entitled to ask why we should have to do that!) And in so doing, we might put ourselves in the situation of attractive but somewhat subdued people who realise the wonderful time they might have together, but have only the briefest of brief encounters in which to experience that. Nobody who is not made of stone can ignore that entirely, though my choice of terms in the last sentence is of course non-random, and we have seen the odd (better) film resembling "At Middleton" before now.
Anyway, if you've really got a spare 90 minutes or so, this film has a few better and more meaningful moments that it might be worth keeping faith for...