Let's see. What to say? Well, it's great to see Kevin Kline. The rest? Eh. Israel Horovitz directs the screen adaptation of his stage play, and it's a clunky concoction, starting with a comedy (touching on all the rom-com, fish-out-of-water, odd-couple conventions), swerving to high melodrama and back again. Kline is a man travelling to Paris to sell the apartment his not-so-dear father left him. He finds Maggie Smith living there, along with her adult daughter, a dour Kristen Scott Thomas. Through a French legality, he can't kick them out till Smith dies. All sorts of family secrets unravel and ... whatever. The revelations feel false and labored, but at least Kline finds humor and pathos where he can.

- KRISTINA DORSEY