Anxiety-ridden Brooklyn opera composer is stuck with a temporary mental block, even though he's married to his former therapist. Even though it behooves a person of his fragility to have an on-call therapist at his disposal, it still isn't sparking his creative muse. While meandering, he meets and then has a quickie with a deadpan yet sunny tugboat captain out of Baton Rouge who identifies herself as a "romance addict." He can't admit to himself how he feels about this strange mariner, but lo and behold, their casual encounter lights a fire under him. Off-kilter but futile blend of the comedic and the dramatic mixes a lot of subplots together which aren't very engaging, with a group of people hard to care much about, despite the talent at its disposal: Dinklage manages a layered performance and Tomei is bursting with energy, meanwhile Hathaway plays a character who's difficult to even get a handle on. It's never obvious where this is going, and yet it never feels like it matters. **
Review of She Came to Me
