When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.This is the season of movies based on books, plays or short stories. Doubt. Benjamin Button. Reservation Road. The Reader. Frost/Nixon. The Tale of Despereaux. Marley and Moi. This is good for writers. I know it’s commonplace to trash movie adaptations, but any additional money or exposure you can get as a writer is jam as far as I’m concerned. I’d option my mother if I could.
So far I’ve seen Benjamin Button. When I’m on my death bed, I will wish I had those two hours and forty minutes back. This is one suckface of a movie and it just might win more gold than Michael Phelps.
The Reader: The beginning is so good.
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Betsy Lerner 
Ugh! I totally agree! That movie was like a three-hour Ralph Lauren ad – only 15 minutes of which I enjoyed (Brad Pitt skinny dipping. Even I liked that). I kept waiting and waiting for it to get better and it kept SUCKING more and more. As Kim Novak said, “I could have eaten a can of Kodak and puked a better movie!”