You, Me & Her

Ringel’s screenplay and the likable three lead performances go beyond the titillating premise to create something real that has something of merit to say about a marriage in crisis which gets a new shot at life from unexpected people and places.

Like the worst kind of voyeuristic, heterosexual swingers, the film dabbles in non-monogamy and same-sex attraction solely as a means to heteronormative ends.

It’s a small, slyly humorous movie that nonetheless ends on a note of more dramatic substance than you’d expect.

A sexy premise that drowns in dullness.

“You, Me & Her” feels like a tragedy because it never occurs to Mags that she deserves better than Ash only that Angela brings out a side to her that she thought was lost. Well, that happens when you marry a massive annoying killjoy

Ringel’s script never delves deep into the emotional and psychological elements of this sexual three-ring circus. There is a juvenile silliness with what happens that keeps the film from ever finding a serious touchstone.

The lushly filmed but rather tame sex farce was mostly off-putting.

What should be erotic is merely erratic, rendering “You, Me & Her” anything but a “three for all.”

You, Me & Her brings a fresh and honest perspective to a well-worn subject of marital trouble and sexual liberation through a charming package.

When the movie does blatantly go for comedy and wisdom, it's a strained effort.