The appreciably bawdy new comedy Book Club—about a group of well-off, white wine–drinking 60-something ladies—has a visual moment that’s so jarring, and yet so apt for the experience at hand, that it caused me to gasp aloud in the theater. It has to be seen to be believed, but let me try to describe it: One of our four heroines, the recently widowed Diane (Diane Keaton), is on a date with the dashing airline pilot Mitchell (Andy Garcia) who whisks her off to a restaurant with a view in sunny Santa Monica. As the two chat, the film cuts to a wide shot of them in front of a wincingly obvious CGI background, a green-screened view of a romantic sunset that looks like stock footage from a karaoke video.

That’s Book Club through and through—a team of talented pro actors playing against scenery that’s too chintzy to ignore, but too shameless to really dislike. It’s a delightfully tacky summer romp that feels destined to become a classic in basic cable re-runs. The film assembles an all-star cast of award-winners (Keaton, Mary Steenburgen, Jane Fonda, and Candice Bergen) and lets them loose on an entirely rote script about the perils of love and sex in your mid-60s; the result is best enjoyed with an afternoon glass of Chardonnay.

The ladies of Book Club are all thriving successes on paper who have become unmoored, or at least a little listless, in their personal lives. Bergen plays Sharon, a federal judge who has sworn off dating after divorcing her dolt of a husband (Ed Begley Jr.), even though he’s moved on to a younger woman. Steenburgen is Carol, a famed chef and restaurateur who is in a bit of a sexual rut with her husband Bruce (Craig T. Nelson). Fonda is Vivian, a wealthy hotel …read more

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