Definitions in cinema have gotten pretty limited when you watch a film as over-the-moon romantic as James Gray’s Two Lovers and realize that by modern standards, it barely qualifies as a “romance”. Somewhere along the way, the very word became co-opted by the purveyors of music-montages and slapstick embarrassments that always ended up at the altar (and adding “comedy” to the description makes the icky girl stuff go down better, it seems). Modern love stories about the young seem mostly about the wedding; it has more to do with scheduling and the frantic rush toward or away from commitment than love.
Two Lovers is in theaters now. You can read the full review at this week’s “The Screener” column at PopMatters.