By the fourth time Michael Douglas wakes up hungover and shirtless on a sour double bed, we get it: he's old. Can we move on?
As it turns out, "moving on" is precisely the theme of this prolix, contrived, intermittently amusing ode to aging-rouéism from Brian Koppelman and David Levien. Douglas plays used-car magnate Ben Kalmen, who's tanned, crisply suited, and oozing success just before getting a wonky EKG. "Around six and a half years later," according to a title card, Ben is out of control. His stalwart wife (Susan Sarandon) is long since history. Now he sleeps with younger women and the daughters of younger women.
The result: a downward spiral ending up back in the arms of old pal Danny DeVito. "You can't cheat death by sleeping around," the ex tells him, or words to that effect. Douglas and the rest of the cast do their best, but this is a movie whose EKG is wonky.
