This is a completely enjoyable film by Sofia Coppola, led by Rashida Jones’s strong, awkward and likeable characterisation of an every woman who realises she has unknowingly transitioned from exciting and sexy to boring and frumpy in the eyes of her husband.

Laura (Jones) has married for love, and laughs at jokes about marriage spelling the end of interesting sex. But with two young kids, she has zero time for herself and struggles to find motivation to write. Like many women, she is content albeit exhausted with her lot until her lothario father, Felix (Bill Murray), fans the flames of suspicion that her often absent husband is having an affair.

There is a lot of levity in the tale, mainly from Bill Murray doing his usual schtick. He is a free spirit who charms everyone he meets. It seems he just wants the same for his daughter, but we see a loneliness behind his bravado that Laura misses.

Coppola‘s deft direction includes the details on the periphery of a scene that gives this more depth than a simple story of existential angst. Ultimately though, I was unsure of the message being delivered. It seems Laura is malleable and disconnected from what she might want for herself. Does she find it? Or does she swap one patriarch for another? I ended up wishing her the best but feeling that maybe we all end up compromising and dimming our own light.