Freshly dumped by her doctor husband, Hunter finds a friend in DeVito, the lonely elevator operator in her Manhattan apartment building. That the coupling seems utterly plausible is a tribute to both the actors and rookie director LaGravenese--better known as screenwriter of The Fisher King. Hunter shines as the scorned spouse working through a thick sludge of bitterness, and some of the best scenes involve her Walter Mitty-esque fantasies.
DeVito proves once again that he can play both comedy and drama with ease. And Queen Latifah has a nice turn as a nightclub singer. There's no pat Hollywood ending, but that just serves to make the film even more winning.
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