And So It Goes

Douglas and Keaton do just as well with the romantic angle, mostly because he's so adept at dispelling any whiff of mawkishness. Oren's essential orneriness remains, no matter what, and the film turns out to be a lot of fun because of him.

Whatever happened to Rob Reiner?... [He] seems utterly disengaged as he ploddingly assembles a film whose potential is never realised.

Everything about the movie is as uninspired as the title.

[A] depressingly monotonous Rob Reiner-directed comedy starring Michael Douglas and Diane Keaton.

And So It Goes may touch the frayed heartstrings of some older viewers, but it's pretty bad - the failed attempt to Heimlich a venerable movie genre.

And So It Goes never goes quite far enough, in any direction.

About as interesting as a Blue Plate Special when it could be, considering the talent involved, as richly textured as a fine, aged wine.

And So It Goes is a tone deaf As Good As It Gets wannabe.

Keaton is earnest, sentimental, a little goofy. But the flibbertigibbet routine is getting tired. Meanwhile, Douglas chews the scenery as a modern-day Ebenezer Scrooge. The movie is bland at best, more often boring (and, at times, offensive).

Whatever the reason, And So It Goes will probably go out with a whimper instead of a bang. It's a quiet film that means well, but good intentions won't pave the way to box office heaven in this case.