It’s not hard to see proxies for writer/director Nancy Meyers in both of
The Intern’s main characters: Ben Whittaker (Robert DeNiro), the senior citizen trying show that his wisdom and experience have value in an industry focused on youth; and Jules Ostin (Anne Hathaway), the Internet entrepreneur struggling with the realities of being a woman running the show when other people think maybe someone else could do a better job. The appealing chemistry between DeNiro and Hathaway drives much what’s satisfying about the movie, which delivers Meyers’ characteristic, unapologetically warm and old-fashioned brand of humor—the occasional geriatric sex gag notwithstanding. She’s not above playing every cuteness card in her hand—including casting as Jules’ daughter the kind of kid for which the term “moppet” must have been invented—and Ben has the kind of magical effect on every character’s life that even Jules’ comment about him “always saying the right thing, or doing the right thing” can’t brush aside. But Meyers continues to be like baseball sabermetrics in cinematic form: Maybe never a home-run hitter, but someone who’s patient and gets on base over and over and over again.
By
Scott Renshaw