Dalle 5 alle 7: Due ore per l'amore

Utterly charming throwback to the French New Wave. While the title refers to Agnes Varda's Cleo from 5 to 7, the plot feels a bit more like Rohmer's Chloe in the Afternoon, and Truffaut's Jules and Jim is featured prominently in the film itself. As it moves on, it switches from a more intellectual French view of romance into a more passionate American view of it. Despite becoming more conventional, it works well thematically with the clash of French and American values. The film follows a 20-something writer in New York City (Anton Yelchin, still feeling a bit forced with an American accent) who falls for a married French woman (Berenice Marlohe). He doesn't want to be a homewrecker, but she insists that this is perfectly normal in her culture and that her husband (Lambert Wilson) has his own mistress (who will appear later and be played by Olivia Thirlby). It just has to be kept casual, and between 5 and 7, which is like the understood times these things are done. The relationship blossoms and Yelchin soon even becomes part of the family. As a young American, though, Yelchin's love grows too big and he hopes to make more of it than just an affair. This is a remarkably charming little film, and a surprisingly romantic one. It may not be that surprising, but it's quite good. Glenn Close and Frank Langella also co-star as Yelchin's parents.

This is one of those small gems of a film which is best viewed knowing nothing or very little about its details. The acting by all is good; Frank Langella, Glenn Close and the main French actress are the standouts. The story is sweet, if a tad implausible, but then all good love stories must have an element of implausibility to capture our imagination. Despite what other critics have written, I thought Anton Yelchin was wonderful. He is awkward, skinny yet confident -- his style is endearing and believable.

This is an unconventional, small film which took me by surprise. Well worth the watch.

Greetings again from the darkness. Somewhere along the line, the magic of movie romance has been lost. Love stories these days tend to take either the direction of snark or sap (or whips). Ever so popular in the 1940's and 50's, well-written sentimentality for the big screen would best be described these days as passé'. And that's what makes writer/director Victor Levin's little film such a pleasure to experience.

We begin with a narrator proclaiming that some of the best writing is found on the tribute plaques attached to the benches within Central Park. Those plaques are used a few times throughout the film to drive home a particular situation or status within the story. The narrator is Brian (Anton Yelchin, Star Trek), a 24 year old struggling writer whose parents want him to give up his writing dream and head to law school.

One day, while walking through the city, Brian catches a glimpse of striking woman smoking a cigarette. He crosses the street and the two exchange some clever banter. Just like that … the story begins and their lives are forever changed.

The woman is Arielle (Berenice Marlohe, Skyfall), and she is French, older than Brian, and married … 3 things that are equally problematic according to his dad (Frank Langella), though his mom (Glenn Close) is just thrilled someone likes her boy. As the flirting escalates, Arielle proceeds to explain to Brian that she is open to seeing him daily between the hours of 5:00 pm and 7:00 pm. Familiar with French language, but unfamiliar with customs, Brian is brought up to speed on "cinq a sept" affairs – a tradition in France, where a married person's whereabouts are not questioned during the period after work and before home.

As you might guess, the affair does wonders for Brian as he is finally experiencing the world … passion … connection. Arielle opens his eyes and mind to many things, and Brian is especially taken aback as the lines blur between family and outsiders. This leads him to meet Jane (Olivia Thirlby), who is not just a rising young editor, but also the mistress to Arielle's husband Valery (Lambert Wilson). Yes, it's a tangled web that's woven.

Mr. Levin's script is remarkable in its effectiveness at providing the awkward situations with a dose of humor; and his targets include Jews, the French, and Americans and their customs. It's impossible not to think of the classic film The Graduate, or even Linklater's "Before" franchise, but this one is different … it does not shy away from sentimentality, romance or emotion. The film wears its heart on its sleeve – or more aptly, the screen. We feel (good and bad) right along with the characters.

The camera only uses close-ups when it must, and instead allows the scene and the characters to breathe. There is a simple looking, but wonderful shot of Brian and Arielle walking through Central Park directly towards the camera. They are in discovery mode towards each other, and it's fascinating to listen and watch.

Anyone who fancies themselves a writer will tip their cap to no less than eight lines that are near perfection. Being "too happy to write" is certainly a relatable emotion, but few films feature better last lines than this one … if only we could each be that one reader to which the line refers. If you are open to some heartfelt sentimental romance, then give this one a watch. If not, you'll certainly find no shortage of reviews from caustic critics so quick to rip a film lacking in snark and sarcasm.

5 to 7 is a smart, endearing, and entertaining film, well interpreted and, while in the course of deftly playing off cultural stereotypes, resonantly manifesting significant character development.

The plot revolves around a romance with repercussions that demonstrate a significant gap between American and French social mores. That very gap becomes the stage for the film's comic zone, where the protagonist and his parents manifest the angst that generates its constant chuckles and a few really good belly-laughs.

The film fits squarely into the Uptown New York awkwardness-generates-witty-repartee pattern that has been so well established by Woody Allen and followed by Whit Stillman. Well crafted dialogue delivered convincingly.

Anton Yelchin turns in a compelling performance as the protagonist, Brian. He interprets a highly endearing character: sensitive, intelligent, thoughtful, driven and respectful. He and each of the principle characters display commendable characteristics that make them all highly likable.

Bérénice Marlohe glows with exuberant kindness and empathy. Lambert Wilson, expertly portraying that which Americans find both typical and impenetrable of the (particularly aristocratic) French, reveals therein universally-recognizable and enviable grace and integrity. The audience at the Miami Jewish Film Festival howled with laughter as Glenn Close and Frank Langella, playing Brian's parents, masterfully interpreted the Jewish martyr-mother and stubborn father, respectively.

Victor Levin's directorial sensitivity enticed each of these actors to interpret stereotypic portrayals in a loving manner, to great comic and dramatic effect. Levin walks the line perfectly without offense. The characters are not caricatures: they are quintessential and highly endearing and human incorporations of their representative communities.

As the plot unfolds, Brian becomes a study in character development. He learns, on all planes, the value of dedication, sacrifice, and a good underlying moral compass. The story is accessible and compelling. It speaks to serendipity and the extent to which life is a sum of our experiences, most markedly seen in relationships. I found a very resonant message that these relationships are best savored with sensitivity to their context and they always be remembered with sweetness. Ain't that the truth!

It's a love story. It's a coming of age story. It's a class-of- cultures story. But to call "5 to 7" a "romantic comedy" is to evoke images of all sorts of rom-com clichés that this film does its best to avoid. There were moments when I expected the movie to go in a predictable direction, and it didn't. I thought this was going to be a movie about a young, sheltered writer who could never achieve success until he stopped writing and started living -- but, while this played some part, it wasn't exactly that, either.

Best of all, I adored every character in this movie. There are no villains. The only villain is life -- the inherent complications in good people's lives that, try as you might, you can't dodge. The two principals, Anton Yelchin and Bérénice Marlohe, were perfect. Frank Langella was hilarious; Glenn Close touching. And the sprinkling of real-life people into the story was handled exactly right.

It's a shame that this movie has had such a limited release. It is truly a wonderful film.