What a disappointing film. It's like it never really gets started--or perhaps it just starts in midstream, when Steep spots Nicholson at a wedding. The next thing you know they're married. He's a columnist in Washington, DC and a notorious playboy, although this is never directly shown. She's a food writer in New York City, who dreads moving to DC. Although they're supposed to be head-over-heels infatuated with each other, the actors have basically no chemistry. Streep is not at her best playing this type of character. She needs more to work with, like an accent! Nicholson is Nicholson, but it just doesn't work here. Of course, his character strays, but we never see any motivation for it other than that it is just what he does. It's hard to see what this film is trying to say, except maybe, don't get married to a person like that in the first place. There are no real laughs either. The supporting cast is good, Richard Masur (One Day at a Time) and Stockard Channing, and Kevin Spacey makes a brief appearance as a subway thief. But there is just nothing to recommend this movie to anyone. It is hard to see how anyone could have watched it with pleasure or thought it was ready to inflict upon the world. As my wife pointed out to me (repeatedly) after having to suffer through this, you just can't pick a film because of the actors. Repeat it again: You just can't pick a film because of the actors. ( )