In the wake of his former collaborator Richard Curtis's ode to love (actual) and tits (fake), director Mike Newell attempts a far more complicated task: making Julia Roberts believable as a 1950s art history instructor at Wellesley. Sure, Roberts is convincingly smart, and she looks the period in her dowdy bohemian blouses and skirts. The question is whether she and we are ready for her to ditch gamine and become mature advisor to the next crop of students/stars (e.g., Kirsten Dunst, Maggie Gyllenhaal, and Julia Stiles). Will we love the elder Julia for her wrinkled brow as much as we loved her for her... More >>>