the movie itself seems equally divided between the sensibilities of hyperverbal writer Diablo Cody and music-centric director Jonathan Demme, and ends up falling into a muddy gap between the two
Ricki And The Flash is a movie of things that may have been done better earlier-sometimes by Demme himself-but which are done all too rarely nowadays, which makes it feel both retro and refreshing
director Jonathan Demme and screenwriter Diablo Cody, both Oscar winners, have made far better films. Still, Ricki raises smart questions about why a mother's musical ambitions are so much more selfish
a movie that gives Streep her most emotionally blocked character in years, without caricature. She's graced by an angel at her side (Rick Springfield, superb with a touch of gray) and finds her way to the soul of several songs