Wanting more after sampling new Keaton-Nicholson flick
by Liz Smith
THE OTHER afternoon, I was lured into the glamorous Four Seasons Hotel by the queen of all PR - one Pat Kingsley, whom I call Pat Queensley - to take a look at 30 minutes of a film, Something's Gotta Give, starring Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton. The film from writer-director Nancy Meyers also stars the wonderful Frances McDormand as Diane's sister and Keanu Reeves, who appears as a doctor from Southampton Hospital. This is the perfect role for real-life roue Jack Nicholson. Here, he plays a noncommittal man-about-young-girls who has a heart attack and lives to appreciate the finer things in life. The finer things mean the delectable, delicious and adorable Diane Keaton. (If only Diane would wear in real-life the divine, simple clothes she sports in this movie, she'd become fashion's comeback kid.)
Not having seen the entire film, here's my verdict on the scrap of it screened for me. Every woman in America who hasn't slept with Nicholson - all 13 of us - can have a fabulous, vicarious experience watching this movie of post-middle-aged romance. It's quite graphic and terribly funny.
But what if I had disliked the snippet? I suppose Ms. Queensley would have tossed me right off the balcony. Well, I would have said, "Sorry, Pat," if I had, in spite of my fear of heights. The fact is, I can't wait to see the complete Something's Gotta Give and hope to by December, when it is released.