The Intern: Hathaway finally does it

Went with a friend a couple of weeks ago to my small town’s tiny two-theater cinema, with its non-stadium seating but its awesome prices ($5 for a Sunday matinee! Yes, in 2015!). We saw The Intern, with Robert De Niro and Anne Hathaway.

My gosh, what a great movie! I have to say, I think this is the best one yet for Hathaway. I have never been a Hathaway fan. She just has never been able to pull off a role where she seems 100% genuine through the entire movie. In The Devil Wears Prada, she was ok, but in this movie, she was a winner. She actually pulled off acting like a real person.

De Niro was . . . well . . . the class act, as always. Holy crap, does that guy never ever age? I mean, yeah, he’s old, but he doesn’t seem to get older. And he looks great alongside what’shername—can’t remember at the moment; it’ll come to me hopefully by the end of writing this—even though she has to be quite a bit younger than him.

Anyway, the movie is a pleasure to watch from beginning to end. Mostly. I guess not so much a pleasure when you see the douchebag husband kissing someone who is not his wife, and you watch the Hathaway character’s agony as she’s trying to figure out what the hell to do about it. But they actually get it resolved, and she doesn’t leave him because of it, and he doesn’t leave her for the other woman, and things get back on track. Which is really cool to see because, well, because we are pulling for her and them and we want their life to work.

One of the awesome things about the movie is the relationship between the boss (Hathaway) and the intern (De Niro). If she had fallen for him and they ended up kissing or doing it, that would have been weird. So I’m really glad that didn’t happen. But what we see is this super-kind, mature, patient, wise old guy just being there for her, doing little things that he notices need to be done, and slowly capturing her attention. And then her respect. And then her admiration.

They share pizza on a late work night. He drives her places. He accompanies her on a work trip.

She starts to really trust him, and then even depend on him. She even takes him up on his offer to take her daughter to some birthday party that her husband is too “sick” to go to.

He basically becomes not just her right-hand man but the person she goes to with her agonies and insecurities.

It’s such a pleasure to watch this relationship develop. There’s no sexual component, which for some reason is just a big relief. You know that sort of drama is not going to enter into this story.

It’s kind of funny, but right now I totally can’t remember the way the movie ends. I just remember the enjoyment of watching the rest of it develop.

I’m still trying to remember that other actress’s name. Dang. What is it?

It escapes me. I’ll put it in my next blog if I remember by then.